La souffrance comme ultime instituteur Elle prend, elle apprend, non : elle instruit Elle instruit en malprenant, et moi qui fuis La souffrance comme ultime persécuteur   La souffrance aussi comme sauveur Sanctifiée, elle est noble, voulue Et le labeur des années, foutu La souffrance me dérobe de l’honneur   La souffrance comme sujet d’art moderne […]

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High hopes

With my feet on the dashboard One that’s full, because I hoard One that has a certain draw What happend to high hopes? Clinging to the last straw Although it broke the camel’s back Although it’s just a crack In an otherwise perfect picture An otherwise rageless mixture What happend to high hopes? When given […]

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Clay is the matter of the week Clay pots, clay vases, I have a clay streak Shatters, shards and shambles all Make for a prickly free-for-all   Intentions good or bad: no matter Can the weather get any wetter? Can the whisky get anymore rye? Can the wine taste any less dry?   The Earth […]

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I’ve read somewhere that the Japanese fix bowls with gold, resulting in the imperfection being seen as a unique part of the charm and history of the object. I find this quite the beautiful sentiment. Yet it is one which I am incapable of entertaining as pertains to myself. Long sleepless nights have etched away […]

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