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De la cuisine d’un monastèreS’échappe un murmure d’agonieDes âmes aux confins du désertAyant troqué l’autonomiePour la paix d’une cité facticeSous les pavés la crypte ennemieClaustre les gentils et leurs fils Ô octobre cathare octobre de scrupulesMélodie des bâtards de ce vieux crépusculeEn capuche sont tes ombresDans tes landes aux bures sombres Sur la crête du … Continue reading Octobre cathare, Novembre profane
Between stalks of grassPhosphorescent greenIn a dark clearingWith air cold as glass Hear the sound of bonesClicking with the chillStarting a quiet drillLike ossicle stones You mustBewareOf theFact thatAppearance is not always truth my friend Behind the cold gravesShady shapes in brownHoods are kneeling downWith lamenting waves See the parias’ tearsFalling for citiesWhose hypocrisiesHave burnt … Continue reading Samonios 21
Quand ce cerveau se déchirera encore et que les tremblements et les spasmes ressurgiront, quand ils envahiront mon corps et mon cou, quand ils viendront me rappeler que je suis de la boue et que ma chair putréfiée ira à nouveau nourrir la vigne pour que le cycle recommence, quand les vers recommenceront à entrer … Continue reading Janus
Dark are my blood and genitorsso they won’t ask me to obeylaws and morals of creditorswho are blind to the Milky Way Phased are my flesh and my father’sSo is the Great Conjunction ofthe Civilised with his feathersand of the Wild with scales of dove Joint are my mother and my soulso much that oceans … Continue reading Rural Dionysia 2020
Cette poussière grise qui rendles pantalons noirs blancsles pantalons blancs noirset sur ce banc de poudreprès des marcassins bleuset sous les palmiers rougesAvalokitesvarcrie son silence d’espoiravec ses mille bras d’or Cet enfant vieux qui pensesa mère sur un nuageson père sur un éclairet sur ce béton grisprès des cœurs au lointainet sous la terre de … Continue reading Victoire de Kâlabhairav
Les mots sont sordideset les concepts videset les concepts creuxComme un nuagetu dansessur ce que tu crois diresur ce que tu crois faireet que tu penses écrireComme un nuagetu pensespouvoir dominer l’idéevouloir exprimer la vieet que tu crois menercomme un homme sageLes hommesaujourd’hui sont des chiensaujourd’hui sont sans corpsseulement leurs bouches vomissentComme un carnagetu crainsle … Continue reading Les mots sont sordides
Stern fate of all men’s life like grapes after harvesttheir flesh brutally squashed under the satyr’s feettheir face cruelly flattened on the woods’ muddy groundtheir blood gently kissing the dainty bacchant’s toes Unrest of humankind trusters of uniquenessas if they were the only ones giving their fleshas if oblivion were to pass over their caseas … Continue reading Winepress
Jeʈa ʈewi gelejjeloprewaho pawitestholêgelêwelembyo lembitambhujengo tungo malikamɖemeɖɖemeɖɖemeɖɖeme--trinado weɖɖemerweyemchekaro chenɖetanɖewontenôtu noh Shiwoh Shiwom From out the forest of my hairsome water’s pouring on my neckwhere rosary snake pierces meand I make drummers hit the drums‘ɖemeɖɖemeɖɖemeɖɖeme’then by myself I kick the groundthe rhythm through everyone issatisfied by Shiva Shiva Under the heel of my buskinshere you lie … Continue reading Mega Shiva Ratri
Fields of bones along his wayyour clinking skeletons arrayto follow the red man that you pray Seeds that died for long and greyand that he had shed on Thursdaylike a cyan lightening digging the clay form the new soldiers who’ll stayto help their fuzzy lord and preyall the men who avoided to gray Blood of … Continue reading Chytroi
Make ready the ochre bride thatwe want to see on the harbourShe’s the one who brought the thread thathelped to slice up a bovine sir Now she’s doomed to be attached toa horned serpent filled with venomHear him laughing at his own crewcrossing the sea without boredom When the water chariot willanchor its nail to … Continue reading Choës
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