Taxidermy/ Taxidermie

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- A night spent playing a poetical version of Cadavre Exquis with fellow artist Constantin.  October 2016

EXTRACTS:


​38. 
Some rush in the mist-
 and a blink of the eyes
in the falling rain,
I stand shaking and
blind and shaken

 
40. 
[...] yellow sudden
orb – gods at a
window teasing
- and the flesh is wet
& stinging


42. 
- green damp bushes
shiver in the soft wind,
[…]


46. 
the night chants are
evil to other ears-
             
I see deep knots
untwist and unfold-

 
50.
[...]
Her presence keeps me from
designing an endless
core for nostalgia-

 
54.
[...]
- But we are far away from
a new dusk.
It is only then,
 that things become
real.»


62. 
and in the long long shades of
the morning when blurry eyes
try desperately to make sense
of the world surrounding, the
instant, the remembrance
& when the crust/flakes drift slowly
on a rejoiced bed acquaintance,
an idea is born.

 
67. 
and epically,
the city rises
wet from the night.
We had imagined
colors in the dark.


73. 
The mind is stale &
wants smthg new.
It rolls in papers &
projects
& hits every street corner
& again longs for the quiet times-

 
82. 
Flashbacks of car lights
illuminating the streets
& burning the eyes in
Nightlife frenzy.

 
85.
Lightning heat strikes the
feverish friday slaves of boredom-
lamp buzz
fan motion
dripping sweat
slow death in the living quest.


93. 
We each have our own fantasy,
our own personal nostalgia,
our secret symbols & meanings...
         

95. 
Some beloved aesthetics
are meant to be nurtured.


100.
Her purr against me.
The rush of the night.
Lost in her wet infinity.
Mouth half-opened
to a secret smile.


106.
Et je regarde la forme des
immeubles dans le ciel,
des coupures entre le sombre
et le bleu étoilé,
un mensonge et une vérité,
[…]

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113.
The dents in the boarded floors
always
capture the happenings
in every best way-