Lui
le juge des affaires courantes
qui évalue
plus qu'une opinion
un fantasme.
Je t'ai revu sur le tard
dans la Grand’rue
me tendre la main
un pas en arrière
deux pas en avant.
Pure forme de l'intuition
tu accompagnais
sous ton heaume
courtoisement mais fermement
le pourvoi en cassation.
D'expérience
je n'avais jamais vu ça
éternellement apte que j'étais
à tous les possibles
qui vont et viennent.
Nous nous sommes égarés
juste un moment
pour laisser le train des mines passer
à la croisée des chemins
un tien vaut mieux que deux tu l'auras.
Aux lettres en veux-tu en voilà
nous avons asservi les neurones
Notes synallagmatiques
d'une créativité du sensible
naissant de l'invisible.
Regarde ce Léviathan
gigantesque remontrance
arborant les symboles du pouvoir
épée, couronne et crosse
assignés à la résilience.
Libido mon orient
c'est le désir
manifestation dynamique
dans la vie psychique
de la pulsion sexuelle.
Des idées en deçà de la quincaillerie
l'outre-passe tête vide
rassemble encore d'avoir été
les tressautements de l'âme
vaille que vaille.
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Le mot existe
"avenir"
et ne pouvons résister
pas plus qu'au passé
de maugréer
contre la contrainte.
A briser la glace
en abandon de la conscience universelle
il suffirait d'avoir des yeux
et de regarder au bon endroit
cette catastrophe invisible et silencieuse
qui à bas bruit fait ses petits.
Traces humaines
sur le mur des lamentations
ont ôté toute implication
à occuper sa place
au risque d'aimer
et de partager la libre nature.
Sortir du sillon
"délirer"
pour attester de son bon droit
de rester prisonnier de sa singularité
au plus haut des sens
le génie d'être fou.
Victimes et coupables
se sont organisés un point de rencontre
où vivoter en délinquance juvénile
alors que se paraît
en délibération vraie
le réel de l'époque.
Une plaie béante
et la douleur qui en résulte
m'ont amputé de l'essentiel
travail du deuil
qu'ils disaient les affligés de la situation
non contre l'amour mais pour aimer davantage.
Le vivant
lorsqu'il naît ou meurt
exprime l'ordinaire
à ne plus pouvoir pleurer
mais vivre
la béance de l'acceptation.
Le vivant plaisant
a fait de ses ridules
la nuée du moment présent
la création radicale
en proie au tragique
comme s'il fallait choisir.
Ouverts aux diableries de l'instinct
ils se sont étonnés d'avoir à être
alors que par la déchirure
passait le temps
l'existant
d'avoir à absorber l'éternité.
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D'eau et d'argile
l'homme s'époumone
pour se plaindre de sa fente labiale
cette blessure
par laquelle les monstres des abysses
se plaisent à remonter.
Altier et fragile
tout à la fois fait et défait
d'une maigreur ascétique
il enfila la robe pourpre
lui le grabataire
pour se mouvoir vers le parvis.
Se guérir je ne puis
remontant à la source
le coucher du soleil venant
je glisserai comme soulier verni
sur la planche inclinée
à même les douves sombres.
Se retourner se retrouver
quérir d'une œillade
le ralenti de sa démarche
sans que le désir nous fasse défaillir
en repensant aux doigts fins
d'une silhouette aimée.
Plein matin de maquillage extrême
l'épreuve ne nous épargna pas
nous les jolis cœurs nous les lisses de peau
à conter par le menu
les frasques chirurgicales
élaborées autour du feu.
Regarder la belle et le beau
au jardin des délices
amène
révérence ultime
le peuple à composer
avec les hourras frénétiques.
Et que coexistent
l'ordre et le désordre
la paix et la guerre
la bienveillance et la colère
la dame de nuit, Vénus
appartenant au matin et au soir.
Guigne de la volupté
en s'imbriquant intimement
ils visitent et subliment
la matière sensuelle des corps
devisant au champ sacré des brumes
de l'art et du bien-être de jouir.
S'accomplir, s'affirmer
en parfaite volupté
permet à nos tensions
de se mouvoir
de parer d'extase
la frange rose du couchant.
( drawing by Jean-Claude Guerrero )
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Ensemble
nous avons croisé nos chemins
et l'unique pince à linge
n'y pouvait mais.
Seul le Réel
en la solennité de l'instant
se révélait être l'accordage
de l'éternité à l'éphémère.
"Cœur de banquise
j'aime mon fils unique"
pour qui la vie nous honore
d'être présent.
Et demander votre accord
en acceptant cette invitation à naître
au carroyage des mots
même pas achevés.
La Grande Voie est ouverte
au flot fluctuant de la marée
pour que monte à la lumière du jour
le reflet argenté des noyés.
Attendre que lune vienne
qui tantôt croît et décroît
pour que soleil apparaisse
qui ne croît ni ne décroît.
Lever la tête
en bienveillance
pour mental éteint vivre l'infime
qui ne refuse rien et ne prend rien.
Même loin
le ressenti de cette rencontre
permet que se grave en nous
le nouveau regard sur nous-même.
Capter l'énergie
la mettre à l'intérieur du ventre
et la faire remonter
jusqu'à la pointe des doigts.
Laisser s'écouler la trame du vide
promeut l'accordage à l'Univers
en supprimant l'esprit d'attaque
unique objet du ressentiment.
La source toujours là
rencontre la nef de la création
pour que les yeux ouverts
contempler le sourire vibrant de l'existant.
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There were seven of them at sunset
seagulls
long before heaven existed
to go back north.
Seven functions
also called the seven memories
perpetuating entry into the Garden of Eden
place of all origins.
First there is the soft function
in majesty
in connection with nature
female tradition.
Moving away from the path
there is the function of tests
desert where to meet yourself
at the risk of foiling.
Then there are the passions
these tools which are the flesh of consciousness
with the wound of self-love
mirage to decode so as not to get lost.
There is the center
arable land
where thoughts are born
Earth oh my mother.
There is the horse of emotions
to ride tight
so as not to set fire
with tall prairie grasses.
The way of the heart is to be opened
the one we rarely talk about
because at the end of the road
she is the great resolution of the mystery.
Joy without an object
will be theft
the terminal part
passage towards the presence of the Other.
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To shake the textand extract the impurities and beauties.
The image is other than the text and it meets the text
An in-itself meets another in-itself.
Two universes face each other
They slipebetween these two worlds
The quest for an answer to give
And if comparisons are born, the connections, the connivance,it’s the click-clack of the imagination that opens.
The text
A meteorite falling in front of you, in itself, by surprise
A fact
A dead end
It’s the sidekick who appears
The other Me from elsewhere
Garlic gluttony with herb tips
Of course it was me who wrote that
And yet it seems to me that there is much more than me in these verses,this dizziness, this verrine with spicy scents.
What are these debris?
Every syllable, every word, phrase, sound, silence is linked to a piece of experience
Any item can be dated, listed on the life line
Each card is part of the house of cards summoned for a lofty construction
The house-of-cards object turns into a subject to become sister-Anne-the-multiplewho from the highest tower perceives in the distance the cloud that powders.
Le vent qui monte, SO, the castle swells and blows
On the surrounding plain the scattered cards take on the color of time.
It then remains to collect these bleached remains, smell them,name them, bring them together, group them according to the coding of the momentto put together a puzzle and tell the stories through the menuwhich emerge, suggested, revealed by what is there, spread out in front of you, in itself.
The impulse of the heart, of the mind and the soul does the rest to engage in active production made from the bric-a-brac of the past, from the unconscious, emotion, values, reflection and syntactic ability from the moment when “the Lord -Return” reassures and justifies our willingness to transform ourselves through the great reversal.
“Doe droppings
of my desire
in patent shoes
the varlope laughs
biased
of what you say. »
The first arrangement made, it's time to distance yourself, to understand, take with, by directing the “absolute gaze” towards the beyond where I am.
Let us enter through the back door into the mystery made of reviews where to unleash the horses of the imagination/imaginal on the fairgroundfreedoms.
The image and text combined become the festive table served between me and the Other, the reader, the ferryman, the pastor left to graze the troops elsewhere, where the fresh and thick grass transfigures the hungry into a receptacle of the echo felt deep within oneself which masks and unmasks the path to be taken.
The Call is launched.
The mountains will collapse, the icy wind will devastate plants, animals and humans, the planets will collide, the stars will burst into flame to join together.
We will no longer be, we will be NOTHING, and the stellar spirit will be EVERYTHING until the rant of a chance circumstance summoning the new world to make shapes and figures against the backdrop of the Universe.
Far, very far away, we will be the snout of Nothingto rummage in the scraps, at the mercy of the one who exhumes us, will bring forth the man of golden light with red and black lines.
Warm hand
At the SNCF fairing
From the table laid out.
I'm going there you go, I'm going, don't you
Much later I was taught
That in Place de Grève Christ was born.
Word Mastery
Hand control
The mystical lamb frolicked.
Answer
to this story that began a long time ago
let's awaken our deep memory.
To remain deaf and blind
Calm our intransigence
To be discreet.
The shadow
There is always a shadow somewhere
Even engulfed in light.
imperfect figure
In the blue-jawed glacier
Nine petals of eternal consistency :
Speech becomes silent, silence speaks
Long teeth take a slice of flesh
Have only the bare necessities to maintain life
Consciousness pushes away the shadow
Torn between high and low, the Salvation
Capture your soul, guide her to flourish her gifts
In the chaos do not follow the steps of the new guide
Every year the tree rises a little higher towards the sky
Being able to follow the trail to the Invisible.
A few words about the stone of the sarcophagus
" Consumes, digest and get ready
To remove the trace of what was . »
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tongue of fire
Bite
Terrible impression
Not being able to escape
When the time comes
Everybody was there
The things had been distributed
Remained on his knees
The shadow of having lived
The basil of renewal.
Cool down rest
At the entrance to the cave
Increased the surge of dark thoughts
My sisters of oblivion
Ready for evaluation.
Two trees from the same stump
From joy to peace
The two hazel branches
Branded with a hot iron
The permeability of the in-between.
In depth
The heart is full of contradictory choices
He joined the camp
Despite the confusion
From a primary vegetation.
The fruits of experience
Have consumed the last sage
Before asking the question
" For you, who am I ? »
And to flee without fighting.
Train team
Under the heavy rain of the storm
Nothing attractive
If not lesson learned
Go alive and collect the Silence.
He showed me his pictures
In the shadow of the forest
And the flower burst forth
Purple and secret
Embalming the depths of the abyss.
Timely
On the side where we are
Constraint and Fear collide one last time
To ride the red horse
Is the final cry.
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And you stayed there
quite simply
out of friendship
to have been touched
by grace.
Sleep now
it is late
tomorrow the road will be long
to go and participate in the work
on the small side of things too.
With him
it was the complete opposite of the idea we had
coming there
after the events
of recent times.
Be a man
wear loose clothing
to tell ourselves that one day we will stop
to speak
to work the land.
Be a woman
wear loose clothing
to see if the water is not frozen
then bring back some logs
to put in the fire.
" Sharing is our daily bread "
from his very mouth
heard on the day of departure
without really listening
we were busy preparing the bag.
A signal for good
made us listen
that of a dull sound
coming from behind the mountain
just at the start of the night.
Since the seasons come one after the other
and reason becomes reasonable
lots of people passing by
wondered why
there was light here.
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Marquise
on the tips of his leather shoes
padlocked with a quick gesture
and the coping and the corbelling
from Marianne's window.
Petals under the eyes
she welcomed the looks
without blinking
belly full of love
for the blossoming of our dear meeting.
Never again
existence so close to fear
could not on the margins of an eternal wait
free to hope
than being subjected to the withering of time.
Between the matryoshka and the apple
the slot of the future
dream space with the secret of nature
passage of familiar waves
closest to the injury.
Chimera that all this
by the redness of her cheeks
she attracted counterfeit
by refusing any versatility
during the slow lifting of the cloud.
Arrival of the bird
the wrinkle patcher
captivating by its liveliness
word-transforming writing
revealing the grace of being.
There are landscape frescoes
in dialogue with the invisible
so strange that serenity obliges
inclined to wash away the affront
of a late-come melancholy.
A solar apple
medium sized
made in simplicity
the conquest of the spirit dragon
all claws out.
Do not harm others
be the gracious utensil
of the marriage between substance and form
with delicate resonances
in times of mist and mystery.
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