tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284834460477066822024-03-18T19:37:51.865-07:00on croit qu'on en est sorti...bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.comBlogger2714125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-30135016012606458662024-03-18T19:37:00.000-07:002024-03-18T19:37:20.859-07:00A l'os... <p>Cette larme lasse/Une ancre assassine/Abois même/Moments infimes/De peau lambeaux/Murmures sur un fil/Au travers élan blême/Blessures de cri/Grappins discernés/Se noyer en somme/Un malentendu/Pulsation d'élan/Rouilles intestines </p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-20706059744767473132024-03-15T19:28:00.000-07:002024-03-15T19:29:42.868-07:00Racines vs origines - un aphorisme<p style="text-align: center;"> Les plantes possèdent des racines, les êtres humains, des origines. </p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-36659913088715845782024-03-09T18:44:00.000-08:002024-03-09T18:53:10.744-08:00Vers quel mot tendrevers <div>quel mot tendre </div><div>toi la sans tendresse </div><div>tu n'es plus que </div><div>bouche ouverte </div><div>aux mots tombant </div><div>comme des mouches </div><div>mort-nés </div><div>sans nom encore </div><div><br /></div><div>bouche </div><div>engloutissant le vide </div><div>et l'orchestrant </div><div>et le multipliant </div><div>échos d'un narcisse </div><div>qui t'a prise </div><div>dans ses mailles </div><div><br /></div><div>vers quel mot </div><div>tendre </div><div>quel mot placenta </div><div>gluant de noir et de vie </div><div><br /></div><div>vers quoi </div><div>naître </div><div>tes mots </div><div>plats en tas </div><div>informes </div><div>difforme nains </div><div>invalides </div><div>roulant sans fin </div><div>vers
l'invisible</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Extrait de <u style="font-style: italic;">Trouée</u> pp29/31, LansKine, <a href="https://maudthiria.com/">Maud Thiria</a></div>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-55573504464905634452024-03-09T18:27:00.000-08:002024-03-09T18:30:50.256-08:00Like a king... <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/m5lzI_UEfhE" width="320" youtube-src-id="m5lzI_UEfhE"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Merdre </div><p></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-74115676288377744682024-03-06T15:50:00.000-08:002024-03-06T16:12:13.111-08:00Virevolte<p> Tes coups de reins labourent mon visage là où tu viens d'un pas léger. Eboulis. Quand tu creuses la faille à l'aveugle, s'avance la lumière. Deux anges retiennent de leurs mains un cri qui voudrait tout oublier. Des prières montent au secours des mots. Mes pas, de roses, jonchent ton chemin. Mon amour de derrière les églises, c'est toi quand ta pluie me flaque sur un frisson. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Extrait de <i>Innombrable en ta lumière, </i>p.21, <a href="http://www.leshommessansepaules.com/auteur-Nathalie_SWAN-891-1-1-0-1.html">Nathalie Swan</a>, <a href="https://editions-corlevour.com/">éditions de Corlevour</a></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-38293891717488993252024-03-04T18:16:00.000-08:002024-03-04T18:16:02.074-08:00Incohésion <p>sais plus bien/côte fracture/simulacre amer/qu'importe/impact à l'ivresse/secondes quelques/branle maladresse/pas là même/derrière courtine souvenance/spirale amène dingue/cercles d'indifférence/brumes fleuve un élan/à l'obstacle incohésion</p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-78876031986531921162024-02-28T14:51:00.000-08:002024-02-28T14:51:13.796-08:00Witches <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QT2JPvlQ1PQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="QT2JPvlQ1PQ"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.rockmadeinfrance.com/encyclo/madam/39351/">MADAM</a></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-27122361482080668932024-02-28T14:42:00.000-08:002024-02-28T14:42:57.259-08:00Temps - un aphorisme<p style="text-align: center;"> Vouloir gagner du temps, c'est le perdre souvent. </p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-89600566318233173732024-02-25T13:12:00.000-08:002024-02-25T13:12:13.790-08:00Circonvenance<p> Bile noire, circonvenance, <i>n'abandonne pas</i>, sample-t-elle impéritie, devoirs d'hier en la pénombre, subtilités dissonances, chaotiques scansions, tractions à l'infini, traverse de morts à répétition, encore un vertige après le temps, triangulation trouble, nos nuits intestines, cet élan vain, <i>continue à la fin</i></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-28506603981530652882024-02-24T18:17:00.000-08:002024-02-24T18:18:42.985-08:00FuiteVivre est assez dégueulasse <div>Mourir déconcertant <i>(seulement pour les vivants)</i> </div><div>Demain pareil au même contrefait </div><div>Plus on sait, plus c'est égal </div><div>Similaires scansions </div><div>Par-delà cet hémisphère </div><div>Nôtre pour quelque instant </div><div>A l'ignorance amère feinte.</div>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-69097133153240938532024-02-23T18:46:00.000-08:002024-02-23T18:47:11.538-08:00Boy<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bNqLso5XGu0" width="320" youtube-src-id="bNqLso5XGu0"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.bornbadrecords.net/releases/tu-seras-terriblement-gentille/">Tu seras terriblement gentille </a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-49017025696405059182024-02-23T14:56:00.000-08:002024-02-23T14:56:52.077-08:00Elégies<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QRnlPGC3iPbxChu9yqm1HrCAIab7CU5DfpeCVsAXiUIjj8BhNeO94BG6b6r1OVY8lVOFJZplc8jHToIWQtoJ3TdgrmNLZ7ujCpo0rIUeuQGufrVIka2pwsN0VWX6eIJ-Tl8IlmxT1OzGiJPTaRo_pRX6z3-B56lCPbB2CDq3-EBfZQsyKLDRXfI6e027/s691/Kristamas%20Klousch%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QRnlPGC3iPbxChu9yqm1HrCAIab7CU5DfpeCVsAXiUIjj8BhNeO94BG6b6r1OVY8lVOFJZplc8jHToIWQtoJ3TdgrmNLZ7ujCpo0rIUeuQGufrVIka2pwsN0VWX6eIJ-Tl8IlmxT1OzGiJPTaRo_pRX6z3-B56lCPbB2CDq3-EBfZQsyKLDRXfI6e027/s320/Kristamas%20Klousch%201.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsILblG2px-jSHwTukTOd7B9WiNXqwIvRIXX-Xkcm4fraZIzZcBeIfmHZbugHqK_BWWk2CrzShtmZzLTIh4tjeo15nhtaDcsEM6rYmNMJFG-SSo9gBG45LOkOHB6RhLMMBmVkPUEnlNXDhE8t_yrceHH2TVDwMGvtwJCMvITjbGBC6YihZdol96VW7YdE/s863/Kristamas%20Klousch%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="863" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsILblG2px-jSHwTukTOd7B9WiNXqwIvRIXX-Xkcm4fraZIzZcBeIfmHZbugHqK_BWWk2CrzShtmZzLTIh4tjeo15nhtaDcsEM6rYmNMJFG-SSo9gBG45LOkOHB6RhLMMBmVkPUEnlNXDhE8t_yrceHH2TVDwMGvtwJCMvITjbGBC6YihZdol96VW7YdE/s320/Kristamas%20Klousch%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYatB5iRBINW78v6NCJ7jcDI1ojyARLMoHnPIp3-fvFuCUU-zsEvKOz1eUMGsqVvtU48wB5Peraop_MfkDXRecJdFJo9Dak1BPFAS1p2tzICIHqCYGQwd9piVv-anMqcM6xUpXQq_Dqcbp9Yrkiyc5Z6kTpuFBFlTnYCMIkT9-qoJScbnubmtJeY-dhea/s803/Kristamas%20Klousch%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="803" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYatB5iRBINW78v6NCJ7jcDI1ojyARLMoHnPIp3-fvFuCUU-zsEvKOz1eUMGsqVvtU48wB5Peraop_MfkDXRecJdFJo9Dak1BPFAS1p2tzICIHqCYGQwd9piVv-anMqcM6xUpXQq_Dqcbp9Yrkiyc5Z6kTpuFBFlTnYCMIkT9-qoJScbnubmtJeY-dhea/s320/Kristamas%20Klousch%203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipj9lEzvKMGGM_8FxFJ7Ci2lpH2sULrfWrG9YwvfQH3pSgeA46QUqNX8Hsw0hnyPpsZgmrCEDT6xP7Fwrvp6utr8VbDVW5w6sujqMEyKcnpPUzt7owQVX9G1taeaPrMS69rxsDJp2m1m_F4PozkbJ9yO-lNuRrFbjyNp0TkFDaDCdS3awiImqkoqxNvjMd/s720/Kristamas%20Klousch%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">by <a href="https://romu.rocks/2021/03/news-mark-lanegan-jack-bates-jeff-schroeder-shane-graham-disorder-joy-division-cover/">Mark Lanegan & co</a>.</div><br /><p></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-12650224069874406082024-02-21T17:32:00.000-08:002024-02-21T17:32:16.901-08:00Différent<p> Compagnie des autres. Par-delà polychrome. Etrangers à la pénombre. Idées de la chose. Effets directs en l'ombre. Gestes épars, liens indistincts... Eclats de volume à l'onde. En enfile encore <i>différent</i>. Ambiguïté à confusion. Raptus au hasard. Après prisme simulacre même. Las toujours inédite scansion. Ecume ensuite à la distance. </p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-7452890964677264752024-02-16T18:09:00.000-08:002024-02-28T14:56:05.840-08:00Intensité d'un regard<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2J40eHPuyKbkk2wT3yKiMaN-HwIVGv-ym7XtGPrUyibRI3CtUNqjwvikiIbTTod6ziz2ECS2KvAaMnVd30sl6JKckfIeGCZBFIbGl0n-YX_KYAFqV16LeQRRhngmxq1xLBFFtmERGaNAa0UeR3Co76OQHORdhI3d3s99oZJndqTzr8lddsQ2DFXu6Qndm/s2187/romy%20aliz%C3%A9e%20tour%20eiffel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="2187" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2J40eHPuyKbkk2wT3yKiMaN-HwIVGv-ym7XtGPrUyibRI3CtUNqjwvikiIbTTod6ziz2ECS2KvAaMnVd30sl6JKckfIeGCZBFIbGl0n-YX_KYAFqV16LeQRRhngmxq1xLBFFtmERGaNAa0UeR3Co76OQHORdhI3d3s99oZJndqTzr8lddsQ2DFXu6Qndm/s320/romy%20aliz%C3%A9e%20tour%20eiffel.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Intensité d'un regard</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.romyalizee.fr/">Romy</a> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/romixalizee/">Alizée</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>Parisienne</i></b>, autoportrait, détail.</div><br /><p></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-58021841496294383802024-02-15T17:43:00.000-08:002024-02-15T17:43:12.832-08:00Déréliction <p> Nuits abîme ascension fugitive alternative scansion étincelles de la ville frontières silence abandon lumière à l'éclosion maquis en concession du vide vertiges quel horizon confins même déréliction...</p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-4753147733792168922024-02-10T17:04:00.000-08:002024-02-11T12:21:18.452-08:00Allô Pavot Votre mot préféré ? <div>- Cyprine <div>Le mot que vous détestez ? </div><div>- Panacée </div><div>Votre drogue favorite ? </div><div>- Le mauvais vin blanc </div><div>Le son, le bruit que vous aimez ? </div><div>- Celui de la nuit </div><div>Le son, le bruit que vous détestez ? </div><div> - Celui du silence </div><div>Votre juron ou blasphème favori ? </div><div>- Merdre chier ! </div><div>Homme ou femme pour illustrer un billet de banque ? </div><div>- Alexandre Marius Jacob/Albertine Sarrazin </div><div>Le métier que vous n'auriez pas aimé faire ? </div><div>- Gardien de la paix </div><div>La plante, l'arbre ou l'animal dans lequel vous aimeriez être réincarné ? </div><div>- Le tardigrade </div><div>Si dieu existe, qu'aimeriez-vous, après votre mort, l'entendre vous dire ? </div><div>- Tu quoque mi fili </div><div><br /></div><div> Jadis, l'inénarrable Bernard Pivot s'est pris pour Proust, un instant d'<i>égarement</i>... Misère.</div></div>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-50322992392057250452024-02-09T17:43:00.000-08:002024-02-09T17:43:18.914-08:00Seule<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGHn6JxxQOXuoIZzbttOTcn_y7dOpJ-Ssnx7HD9yStCGLJwn0BLQrEcYqtUPoEnitN4fmvFgoyNXRCM1jAOrQBEayvuKslDuoYJw5lHtyy5PMMVQRcX0Ey7udvIXY24E5HYg4bv9ygGnXDMM3UNCydHsuqF8Y4pnEVf6jh88rLG75OYL876N_Y97m5Frd/s859/rigaut%20bitton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="730" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGHn6JxxQOXuoIZzbttOTcn_y7dOpJ-Ssnx7HD9yStCGLJwn0BLQrEcYqtUPoEnitN4fmvFgoyNXRCM1jAOrQBEayvuKslDuoYJw5lHtyy5PMMVQRcX0Ey7udvIXY24E5HYg4bv9ygGnXDMM3UNCydHsuqF8Y4pnEVf6jh88rLG75OYL876N_Y97m5Frd/s320/rigaut%20bitton.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Via <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/C3GnIKON4Oi/">Jean-Luc Bitton</a></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-67199947445291613422024-02-09T17:37:00.000-08:002024-02-09T17:37:34.897-08:00Miséricorde<p> Agonie ignorance instinctive élan rare après les perspectives souffle en-dedans fragilité de hanche encore latence<i> miséricorde</i> mouvements d'errance à l'hiatus moment quelque caresses à l'instant secousse convulsions éclair <i>à le temps</i>.</p><p><br /></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-35179405937915567762024-02-06T14:56:00.000-08:002024-02-06T14:56:25.604-08:00Sept heures du mat'<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aenqQUdSssc" width="320" youtube-src-id="aenqQUdSssc"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://jacquelinetaieb.fr/">Jacqueline Taïeb</a>, 1967 </p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-19126593921955029292024-01-31T15:49:00.000-08:002024-01-31T16:17:37.727-08:00Eternités de l'instantje cherche encore le goût de ta chair entre mes dents je sais que parfois des restes s'y logent pour les petits creux, je n'en ai pas assez gardé depuis l'au revoir à la porte de ta voiture ton visage s'efface un peu malgré moi tu me manques <div>mais ça ne fait plus mal</div><div style="text-align: center;">(p.14)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrp5DyvU-SkGTbV9MCvWXmg0MXVQdsbG6FtJd6onILOH1zWZe9l96d6lquZa1wyD0N7IklX06QfGE7QqbJYZsu_k9RATIm2JKQwqjdKsg4ZE-lfJcw8-OXKvvpSU1aS9sz-Xw8mdyB8jIppIcYdn5zgWZWegdCWCujSBxvLbHPbNyEXVWZGVh8OwHnB9og/s3672/rivere%20fen%C3%AAtre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="2443" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrp5DyvU-SkGTbV9MCvWXmg0MXVQdsbG6FtJd6onILOH1zWZe9l96d6lquZa1wyD0N7IklX06QfGE7QqbJYZsu_k9RATIm2JKQwqjdKsg4ZE-lfJcw8-OXKvvpSU1aS9sz-Xw8mdyB8jIppIcYdn5zgWZWegdCWCujSBxvLbHPbNyEXVWZGVh8OwHnB9og/s320/rivere%20fen%C3%AAtre.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(p.15)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PPzpd6S_Q8EUEMYKIs-JfpvAV41lwRWPVgJa820XHAkQdg-pxDefIGTWv9vhZkZievS0aroAbzPjsipN-rfKJMksHnrMTArBg2M0xtuY-wH6fZOcBk26mTVJu2tkKLHBM8jqQaX_v9DTSEOvI7d3CNP4nVsCOYE87qnAxUDdjOQ23ZUVSqMAE3vXMzsi/s3594/rivere%20mains.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3594" data-original-width="2611" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PPzpd6S_Q8EUEMYKIs-JfpvAV41lwRWPVgJa820XHAkQdg-pxDefIGTWv9vhZkZievS0aroAbzPjsipN-rfKJMksHnrMTArBg2M0xtuY-wH6fZOcBk26mTVJu2tkKLHBM8jqQaX_v9DTSEOvI7d3CNP4nVsCOYE87qnAxUDdjOQ23ZUVSqMAE3vXMzsi/s320/rivere%20mains.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(p.23)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Extraits de <i style="font-weight: bold;">Toutes ces petites éternités </i><a href="https://www.kisskissbankbank.com/fr/projects/toutes-ces-petites-eternites">Suzanne Rivère </a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-88572094532018776512024-01-31T15:26:00.000-08:002024-01-31T15:26:30.923-08:00Ivresse - un aphorisme<p> Plus l'ivresse est exquise, et plus le monde est con.</p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-39132579374064150262024-01-30T16:25:00.000-08:002024-01-30T16:58:42.699-08:00Une créature qui brûle...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Je suis l'autre </div><div style="text-align: center;"> L'étrangère</div><div style="text-align: center;"> La singulière</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Celle qui révèle la part obscur</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Qui frappe de folie</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Fracas de tambours</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Déchaîne les extases</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Qui initie aux plaisirs orgiaques et aux libations</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i>Erato</i></b>, excipit, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/julie_facquier/?hl=fr">Julie Facquier</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/journalenouveaudecadent/?hl=fr">Le Nouveau Décadent</a> </div>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-3406553379704896412024-01-29T17:33:00.000-08:002024-01-29T17:33:20.165-08:00Vague. <p> Mouvement miroir reflet dubitable image insolite à l'hier. Lignes de fuite instinctuelles. Immobile écho mensonger, un simulacre. Impression soleil merdre. Différence engeance même. <i>On dirait le Sud</i>. Déliquescence, entre angoisse et rage. Dislocation aléatoire, un crâne. Fébrilité nomade, absence de centre. Opacité d'élan aux tréfonds, là vague.</p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228483446047706682.post-81650486065130011432024-01-26T18:13:00.000-08:002024-01-26T18:13:03.399-08:00Our Darkness<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OguHIyNNblM" width="320" youtube-src-id="OguHIyNNblM"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://www.anneclarkofficial.com/">Anne Clark</a></div><p></p>bertfromsanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02070179992652451091noreply@blogger.com0