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A PROCESS IN THE MAKING
CONTRA PUNCTUM LIVRE IV
41. MY STIFF STICK BECOMES FLOPPY FOR YOU
42. TRASHCAN MAIL-OUT
43. As I tried to take a closer look at it
44. DEPLETED SCALE
45. A PROCESS IN THE LIVING
46. 5 PM, REST IN PIECE [ still life ]
BLACKMAILING [ graphite on cellulose ]
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The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, began screaming
« Off with her head ! Off with ------- »
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in wonderland |
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41
MY STIFF STICK BECOMES
FLOPPY FOR YOU
ME, the first-born
I am a lover of yours
I am a lawyer for you
I am a liar to you
I'll tell you what you need to hear
and cannot say
I'll tell you what you want to say
and do not believe
I'll convince until conviction comes
I'll plead your cause for pleasure from you
And long after the very last plague from you,
your preserved innocence shall remain unquestioned.
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42
TRASHCAN MAIL-OUT
MAIL through itself up
out of the trash can
Your letters scattered
on the courtyard's cobblestones,
amongst fish ashes
cigarette peels and lemon bones
How ironical that your sterile words
were about to recycle into feeding matter
But, untrustful, I held the cycle by a corner
- I could not risk to contaminate -
Careful storage seemed more adequate,
under cellophane paper.
Ah ! now they can't breathe, diffuse their poison
Now they're mummified in their cardboard box,
forcerest in peace ;
Until a doomed Explorer sets them free again.
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43
AS I tried to take a closer look at it,
my idol fell on the floor ;
and broke into pieces of various size and shape
Hollowness abruptly invaded the room
( a gentle breeze swept it away ) |
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DEPLETED SCALE
AREN'T my words moving enough ;
that you should need a note
explaining how to feel ?
Is my description so weak,
that you should want a chromatic injection?
Hear my words,
I provide the meaning
and the feeling
My poor words,
trying to compete
with overwhelming Melody
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45
A PROCESS IN THE LIVING
AFTER the crisis,
I slowly dry my shirt,
soaked with the distress I perspired ;
progressively recover from
my shattering, castrating emptiness.
My pain writes me soothing
words of suffering
Ever since my pen joined the floor
gliding on its own
My pain, reassuring pain I hold,
keep me from unfaithful Happiness
I dread, keep my comfort in depression.
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46
5 PM, REST IN PIECE
still life
5 PM
5 Post mortem
5 hours since I'm dead,
and since the pieces of my scattered body
are stiffer, more and more,
since I lie still in this pond of green
water over
my hand I reach out,
although my head is out of reach
From now on, how can
I handle this headache ;
my mind is lost somewhere,
and I'm afraid it's too far gone to mind
Still there's nothing anymore I've got
to ponder idly over.
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[ graphite on cellulose ]
Contra Punctum
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