10.3.08

Our violent times




We had our violent times
Now in these ones
We have more. No one's against
it,
Violence is almost not this
No one's movie, books, the
story

of how we get by. Not against
her personal country's revolution.
Now we have more Everyone's

Cold
around within an exterior mind

Too Hot, too cold It would be good,
too,
if you could be prior, in some ways
The ways we were used to you
before just before now blew you
away. I,

the one I know, will leave again
Forgetting forms, the pieces fall
of a membrane of rags.

Alice Notley

9.3.08

Los Angeles


LA, fev 2008

Tas de linge et valise oubliés dans un coin d'appartement sous la lumière timide d'un quartier est hollywoodien pluvieux.

Chelsea Hotel (2)


Courtney Gibson (Existereo) - NYC, oct 2007

Chelsea Hotel

New York City, oct 2007


A l'abri du fourmillement matinal des insectes de la big apple, l'heure est à la préparation d'une tournée qui n'attend pas les retardataires.

(Court extrait d'une projection Vidéo super 8 refilmée à l'aide d'un téléphone portable. Vidéo capturée au Chelsea hotel avec l'aimable aide de Courtney Gibson -Existereo)

City

Londres 2007

Les derniers jours d'hiver (2)















Norway 2006





I feel lifted to the north.
Blanketed warm, at home and comforted by the solitude as we sometimes are.
And the quiet came through. Sound vanquished by the layered snow.
Lines blurred distinct yet crumbling into the sight of other objects, like the way things look through the tears cupping our eyes in the bitter cold.
I'm at home in those shacks, growing a beard.
I cut wood by that river, surrounded by my breath.
I can see all the restraint that raises beauty to the brink of that old memory,
the one we all share sehow, in the grey yellow clumps of grass that spot the ground.
My steps along the path, then the fall of the latch on my white fence makes a sound dull.

Joshua Paverud