a lion dashing at full speed a pebble thrown with fury.
A great horse with his shadow reappears every time I go to the post office the other day I asked June if she would film my animal and give him life with her digital camera I said she needed to film in fast-forward around the horse while I pulled it in the opposite direction with a thick rope thus we would get a sense of movement the horse would certainly fall but at least we would sense that it was alive June would have to get a close-up of the eyes when I said this my hand was trembling June did not notice but a woman did notice and I felt dizzy with a pain in my chest I did not have the courage to meet the woman’s gaze while June was filming my horse I stared at the ground the lizards had not yet left us.
The matters of the other language and of non-sense swirl through the air though I strive to put certain words in parallel I’m unable to make them touch in the right place sometimes a vagueness a slight gap sweeps the sentence away all at once and everything needs doing all over again I’m afraid to run out of words the same way one fears shortages of water gas or food I don’t know how to make use of myself in the foreign language I struggle with this and the contour of mountains the pain is more mysterious than ever when I gaze at fields of sunflowers and reeds.
In the lake my mother holds me with arms outstretched like an offering to the gods I am three years old I can allow myself to be brushed by the soft wind or prepare to fly away by caressing her cheeks and stretching my arms out in front of me like laser beams if I keep doing this a while longer I will swallow a little water and from underneath contemplate a hedge of roses and my mother’s face when water penetrates her mouth and nostrils and her breathing seeps away with some red for I dig my fingers too deeply into her waist to hold her close so this is the question who becomes aware of what when we talk about everything and nothing like when I go to the post office or when I hear a fighter plane flying over the village or when I hold an innocuous pebble in my hand I am sad too many shapes are repeated in the unexplained matter that resists me with its shadow its fleeting energyreal and illegible I embrace the horse’s shadow and this is not good for me I cry only when I embrace the horse’s shadow and nobody can see me the sketchbook weighs more and more heavily in my hunting pouch words have begun to make it sink Kim sold two of my armoires and the envelopes inside them then she bought a suitcase I was unable to speak to her to add a word anger is everywhere in my eyes in my hands it is frightening I must buy some nails there is fire in my arms she sold the Armoire of Little Woes and the Armoire of Catastrophes that I had placed behind the black sofa in order to spy between their boards the words of the two madwomen who sit there when I invite them to take tea in my sad workshop.
I had to go to the city centre where the wolves are whom I used to spend time with before knowing June wolves that make holes in their skin their nostrils and their brains the travel agency faces the lake next to the casino I don’t know anyone here I would like to not be here I must buy a ticket to go hunting between the glaciers and stop being afraid I must respond to questions by asking questions without mixing up the answers earlier on in the train Laure Ravin who lives with her mother near the château was sitting by a window with her laptop on her knees the screen was bursting with letters she was reading very attentively she often looked out the window her hand was brushing circles on her pant leg as if she were tryingto clean it or to remove a stain before disembarking she recognized me and smiled there are clouds I don’t like being in town when it’s grey June says I will have to get used to the frightening noise made by icebergs when they lose their balance and topple over on themselves she showed me
A great horse with his shadow reappears every time I go to the post office the other day I asked June if she would film my animal and give him life with her digital camera I said she needed to film in fast-forward around the horse while I pulled it in the opposite direction with a thick rope thus we would get a sense of movement the horse would certainly fall but at least we would sense that it was alive June would have to get a close-up of the eyes when I said this my hand was trembling June did not notice but a woman did notice and I felt dizzy with a pain in my chest I did not have the courage to meet the woman’s gaze while June was filming my horse I stared at the ground the lizards had not yet left us.
The matters of the other language and of non-sense swirl through the air though I strive to put certain words in parallel I’m unable to make them touch in the right place sometimes a vagueness a slight gap sweeps the sentence away all at once and everything needs doing all over again I’m afraid to run out of words the same way one fears shortages of water gas or food I don’t know how to make use of myself in the foreign language I struggle with this and the contour of mountains the pain is more mysterious than ever when I gaze at fields of sunflowers and reeds.
In the lake my mother holds me with arms outstretched like an offering to the gods I am three years old I can allow myself to be brushed by the soft wind or prepare to fly away by caressing her cheeks and stretching my arms out in front of me like laser beams if I keep doing this a while longer I will swallow a little water and from underneath contemplate a hedge of roses and my mother’s face when water penetrates her mouth and nostrils and her breathing seeps away with some red for I dig my fingers too deeply into her waist to hold her close so this is the question who becomes aware of what when we talk about everything and nothing like when I go to the post office or when I hear a fighter plane flying over the village or when I hold an innocuous pebble in my hand I am sad too many shapes are repeated in the unexplained matter that resists me with its shadow its fleeting energyreal and illegible I embrace the horse’s shadow and this is not good for me I cry only when I embrace the horse’s shadow and nobody can see me the sketchbook weighs more and more heavily in my hunting pouch words have begun to make it sink Kim sold two of my armoires and the envelopes inside them then she bought a suitcase I was unable to speak to her to add a word anger is everywhere in my eyes in my hands it is frightening I must buy some nails there is fire in my arms she sold the Armoire of Little Woes and the Armoire of Catastrophes that I had placed behind the black sofa in order to spy between their boards the words of the two madwomen who sit there when I invite them to take tea in my sad workshop.
I had to go to the city centre where the wolves are whom I used to spend time with before knowing June wolves that make holes in their skin their nostrils and their brains the travel agency faces the lake next to the casino I don’t know anyone here I would like to not be here I must buy a ticket to go hunting between the glaciers and stop being afraid I must respond to questions by asking questions without mixing up the answers earlier on in the train Laure Ravin who lives with her mother near the château was sitting by a window with her laptop on her knees the screen was bursting with letters she was reading very attentively she often looked out the window her hand was brushing circles on her pant leg as if she were tryingto clean it or to remove a stain before disembarking she recognized me and smiled there are clouds I don’t like being in town when it’s grey June says I will have to get used to the frightening noise made by icebergs when they lose their balance and topple over on themselves she showed me
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