21 juillet 2007
the newness paradigm
The heart is an organ.In french we call it "un palpitant" : it means something that pulses.
"Home is where the heart is".
Roaming is my rhome then.
learning a new language my fate and get familiar with it, with what is foreign and a source of poetry;
Poetry and the uncanny.
The unfamiliar faces of the words, images and ideas i'm working on my little thesis.
The uncanny is where no answer is.
The body's life.To be aware of the heart, of the song of a cricket, to use one's muscles by swimming in lakes, in the sea and in the river, everywhere.
If i'm strong enough will i be able to swim across the mediterranean sea and reach gold ?
Music is undistrialized, the noise of a factory.
I'm nostalgic of a country whose name is nature and where i wasn't born.
I'm nostalgic of something i neverexperienced before.It is what i call the newness or the newnest of past.
To stick a stamp, the sound of it.
I'm nostalgic of a sound never heard before.The 20 square meters i'm living in are as wide as infinity or a helling prison.
"Elle" has often been a prison.What about "Elles" ?
Il y a un pompier avec une glacière au sommet du pic Saint-Loup !
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