Summer. Sweat. A head void and filled at once. Grabbing a beer, a guitar, getting up on stage. A buzzing noise that constantly grows louder. Bobbing heads. A beam of sunlight blinding a whole city. Instead of order, chaos. In chaos, a new liberty. Always bearing in mind the rules we disassemble. Nonchalantly breaking free. […]Read more "Fading . . . Rising"
Like a bass line upon which treble layers like an antagonizing force of disruption, my calm is stirred up by the hustle outside my door. As smooth as the jazz that comes out of the dark oak radio and pervades the room, is the whisky I swivel around in my mouth. A numbness of my […]Read more "The hotel room"
When outrageous statements pollute the airwaves, the most common reactions are to either shun them or to use the sort of vocabulary I just did and condemn them as utter nonsense and a menace to society. NO! And there couldn’t be a more resounding no than that! Both of these reactions are wrong because they […]Read more "On the importance of a pluralism of opinions"
Ce goût si âcre dans ma bouche qui me reste d’hier. Il y a à peine une semaine, ce fut encore un goût plaisant. Or, le temps, il déchire, il relativise, il met en perspective, comme un moulin qui ne cesse pas de mouler, les mémoires se trouvent éparpillées, minimisées par lui. Concept immonde que […]Read more "Le goût de l’instant"
This solemn infusion helps my confusion. The steam, the scent that fills my nostrils, I breathe it in and everything feels clearer. A sordid idea that one should spike a fever when all around the heat cannot be outdone, strings of ideas dry over a fire. All I can think about is this need to […]Read more "Drive"
When all is calm and the night is black… still frames, relentlessly coming back to my mind, the colours washing away. It is as though every time I remember an image, I use it, details getting lost over time. In the hustle of the day, there is not enough time to notice the constantly growing […]Read more "Unrooted"
Her voice finds resonance in a pool of positive thoughts, makes the surface vibrate, stirs up the calm, lets pass all trouble. If ever I am to hold that privilege, to see her more often than not, I need to become acquainted with the environment that makes for such beauty. For I could not forgive […]Read more "Suffused with light on a grey cold afternoon Part 2: Reactions"