Sunday, January 8, 2012

SAVE IT FOR A SUNNY DAY
I.

These dreams will be my anchor
These dreams wille be my income

Like Dylan said the poet’s in the gutter
and it’s a constant struggle cause most jobs are shit jobs
and cause recklessness is the only thing that leads our lives
and doesnt have any arguments to defend itself.
Humans need freedom
the artist needs time

but has no time to make money
so he slaves part of the day
forgets himself part of the day
but who more than the artist needs his own full self ?
The others lose their souls to a job
and find it back in the alleys of a supermarket
like my uncle who brags about his job in a supermarket
and then i notice a note on the fridge with the name of a shrink.

The artist compromises,
finds time between phone calls, frustrations
and obligations and when he succeeds in finding that time
then only can he hope to give his most precious thing to his art,
_____________________his life.

____only then will he feel the pleasure to feel his hands work for him
feel the angel of the spine climb the stairs of his vertebrae
all the way up to his brains.

II.
Heaven could be a place on earth if animals gave up their suits
and the pursuit of success, their lives when they fit only in a suitcase,
cause Reason turns an animal into a man
but the System turns Man into an animal,
this animal who forgot that the reason behind each day
is feeding the body and the soul,
surrouding oneself with one’s kind
and soothing the sexes that allievate the mind.


photo par ? '09

Friday, January 6, 2012

HAIKUS AUTOMOBILES

Je descends l’avenue Champollion

Trois flics chargent une vingtaine de fusils à l’arrière d’un camion.

Un homme pose sa baguette de pain sur la banquette arrière.
Avant de refermer la portière
Il la reprend, en arrache un morceau
et le tend à son fils assis devant

et moi je casse les rétros des voitures garées sur la piste cyclable.