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Fuck yes

I seek his face sundog in
To finally I can not see, scattered by the storm. My spineless
life pulls its aphelion:
An emerging field of hot paths. White landscapes.

Fuck yes!

Yes to life, even laughable, yes to love!
Issue ... In France or not, the sheet is white, I
tingles, sweetness, my turn to dance And my
arms around him and my legs would give way.

Fuck yes!

No thank you, willingly, point, please
What a delight, but happy, too kind.
Give yourself the trouble is too much honor,
What exquisite urbanity, sumptuous, um, delightful.

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Ray di Palma: the tomb of Reverdy

This collection stands as the notebook of a particular investigation improbale around the tomb / Reverdy work. There is no question of resolution because "the questions cover Skin the question of skin "but to recognize fear" in the fade to black. "levitation For this subject, the reader can build his own world Reverdy, based on" documents reconstituted in a dimly lit corner ". It is with the sketch, the mix of people and genres that Ray di Palma hear what is no longer animate. His tongue never saturated with melancholy, rather reminiscent of a" hysteria resigned "a drop in which poetry of MOP. "Carrying the wheel carrying the space it extends" expresses its subtlety. This book should be read and reread in a premeditated way, meditative up obstruction of visibility points without vulnerability. In "with emphasis on waiting" for a "final enchantment."

Sandra Moussempès article appeared in the Poetry Book Review # 6, on "The Tomb of Reverdy" Ray di Palma

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Ariel by Sylvia Plath, Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath

Ariel by Sylvia Plath

The book was written mainly, last six months preceding the suicide of S. Plath. Ted Hughes, her husband and poet, will select the poems. Since the departure of Ted, SP wrote every day at dawn, his two young children slept nearby. His troubled life was the material of his writing sensory and innovative. Ariel's poems are those of loss: the father died when she was 9 years old and the unfaithful husband: "A smile fell in the grass / irreparable loss! / And how your dances night / To lose. Math? "Or in" Daddy ":" The black phone is off at the root, / The voice can not crawl up to us. " It was during this period of deprivation that Plath wrote his finest poems. As if she had to sacrifice his comfortable life and academic, to finally become what it foresaw, in a letter to his mother: "I am a great writer, I was born to write, I am trying to compose the best poems of my life."

By Sandra Moussempès

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Birthday Letters of Ted Hughes

is the book of emotions resurface, thirty-five years after sucide of poet Sylvia Plath. RAM seven years of marriage between Ted (recently died) to the young woman at the time. The poems read like a story prosody, "which could play Miranda? Nobody else that you." Tribute to the beloved, Admired then left. Minute details of this devotion revived. "The severe the Autere Emily she would have done with your impudent eyes." Sylvia's troubled dreams: "[...] a pike in his eye and a throbbing human fetus." Ted, a poet of the Queen, who were advised to write about a haunted house, did he know that this blonde wife and brilliant but also "black flood" forever attached to a father who died too soon, this house would look like : "he who enters never leaves completely." No real formal issue, the book is a wonderful litany. By Sandra

Moussempès

These two articles were published in Cahiers poetry critic of the CIPM in 2003

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Unbalanced another incredible journey

"I just read the diary of Sylvia Plath, and seems to have been written for publication. Surprisingly well written for a purpose private.
Funny return, after a detour of 20 years.
This invisible link existed since childhood, Sylvia Plath is the step-sister Olwyn, an English friend of my father. Olwyn, sister of Ted Hughes. And my desire of England still invisible.

In 1978, I had seen the house in Devon and daughter Sylvia, Frieda to the Dollhouse, his son Nicolas, with whom we wanted I "married" to laugh. The second wife of Ted Hughes, Carroll, mutton cooked with mint, eggs, sausages, bacon. She was active and smiling as they should in this type of woman. A housewife gift for "household management" (apparently a lot of women have this "gift" in general the less creative (or creative then the cheap one that involves no) but those who "bet" on the good horse, the "husband" and who want to build using the "husband" succesfull, a respectable image of a woman, or of the arrangements and preparations prepared meals, decorating the house with the wherewithal to impress guests paintings, books, trinkets or old furniture stylish everything is important in these women there to impress bourgeois), constantly in his kitchen, in the same kitchen I thought wrongly, where Sylvia was able to finish his life. Travel with Olwyn driving was exhausting becaufe he did not know driving (in England it is possible to drive without a license. Twelve hours so for four hundred kilometers becaufe stopped to drink white wine in a pub at each stop "rest." Despite my 12 years I knew the dangers of the road and drunk driving, but it should say to save his ren susceptibility, she mounted the pavement opposite and led, as in France, right, he did was not "natural" driving left she said, despite its origins much English, she said this in a roar of laughter contagious. (...) Arrivals miraculously as we were, after this long journey confusing, the car had lost all these mirrors, pulled after numerous break-ins of our road conductive fan of white wine and his brother Ted Hughes waiting for us in all its beautiful before his big house, phlegmatic and hardly surprised by finding the state of her sister's car which he was familiar with the escapades at the wheel ...

From "Not in scope" CRL Franche conté, 2001

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Taeko Kono: Hunting for the child

Taeko Kono
I read through hunting child and I come away, invigorated. I look at her little face on the back cover, sage and square with big glasses teacher. In the pages she wants the boys (it changes us from the myth of the hero and his muse aging young and fresh) she wants and in this desire comes true subversion because it does "not drink" is here is not in a Catherine Millet, whose mechanical gender analysis not without talent, not a purpose to disturb or disrupt but to list in terms of a narrative that is intended or surgical orderly. Here we're really in trouble and the uncanny aesthetic of desire, there is no concept or posture, but the expression of taboo and spontaneity, especially when the taboo is insane sexism sleek modern times ( the aging man and his young muse naked unfortunately not waned even in texts known as forward-thinking, the converse is obviously not literally correct in France). In another story, the heroine describes the cruel beauty of a woman tied by her husband hunchback. No explanatory psychology, literature sharp uncompromising. The first appearance of disease finally let up just in the imagination of innocence as in the description of what the objectivity informative yet less shocking than in a book, finally the kind of literary creation is sometimes more censored than the media try the other side has to swallow their audience in stagings true (mass psychology instrument of mass destruction under the guise of a quiet family breakfast ricorée) .. But still ..

I remember my first reaction. I discover the book with another writer in residence at the Saline d'Arc et Senan, the title echoes. It can not lend it to me, this book does not belong to him. I order hard to find, he emerged several years ago already. Fifteen days later I'll look at Besancon. At first, I tore the book as to counter the spell, I tear the new book, just purchased. It scares me. The shadows morbidity fetish, role play, all this gives a sense of unease. A few days later, the basket under the desk is still not settled, I read slowly a few pages, the text of surprising beauty. I retrieves the book that is not destroyed. I learn to decipher. Taeko Kono rejects any sentimentality or "good feelings" group. She departed from his subject in order to better understand, she said the real human impulses is hegemonically rare (maybe not in Japan) to be notified ...

Sandra Moussempès 2001

A short biography of Kono Taeko

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File Jacques Moussempès

" Letters to control an architect, a strategist Apocalipse, graphic designers and surgeons, letters to the astrologers and French officers, physiotherapists, managers of agony and death of artists, animators of multiple lives, letter to Cathy angélisation famous cases. "



" exercises exercises kindness are corollaries of hatred because the concentration of the nuclei of hate be tantamount to retain an energy that would otherwise be spent to harm, and this diversion, determined by physical scarcity, a current ascending: goodness is thus to create a vacuum which causes the other in a kind levitation, elevating them to the state of angelic forms. " Jacques Moussempès


Angels eccentric transfer of influence, love game
! Report compiled by William fayard

The only literary text published by Jacques Moussempès To date, the letters of order, offered as a contract. A reading pact to be signed, "market" to conclude within himself, between body and consciousness of the tragic restive. Here, "better equipped to compete "will soon, we fear, a mythological dimension.
The work of the Library Lion is impeccable. Very little information, no back cover, essentially, that "Moussempès Jacques, 1931-1981."
book printed to last, post-mortem publication. Beautiful paper immaculate dark blanket, beautifully made, illustrated with the oil of Michaux.
The book is an intriguing little gem. 70 pages: a tiny company. Some large international companies washing. Some of our commercial disadvantages, we used a dark beauty to protect our system and thus be "better equipped to compete."

Need to correspondence addressed to various recipients
only defined by their status, their letters of offer itself up against some fatalities, and act in detail in order to repel them sustainably: the depression of inescapable fate of Venice, for example (Letter to command an architect). Or workmanship of the absurd which man is the victim: it plays a fois.On we propose using the care of various operators active in the remodel. To rehabilitate the face of apparent neglect of his (her) God (s). To sober up, "Dear friend, It has gone too far in the human brain on music that was not hers, to turn it into what it became, dervish of his own death "(p 41, letter order. Analects Music).
The recipients of the letters are professionals on whom we can count on. The seriousness of Arts Ministerial control leaves no doubt about their skills. have confidence they will.
Jacques Moussempès them free rein, merely indicate possible openings, "exercises of annoyance, such as blocking of bodily habits, paralysis of organs too exercised. (...) It will be up to the insulation or even amputation of popular organs, excessive accumulations of seats. Conversely, such an exercise will encourage relaxation, rejuvenation of organs sclerotic, forgotten, or nonexistent, and it will invent, less than the rise from a prehistoric past "(Letter to the control designers and surgeons, p 59). Ravalement frontage. As well, since we are taken to Gaming identification, self-washing. And all the strength of letters that make us each signions absently, giving our approval to the changes, then our consolidation piece by piece. In a how we ourselves are experts in human. We also know: the need to change something.
Six vertebrae for a column (add the words "read and approved")
1. So once the contract is ratified, the device Moussempès, besides its effectiveness soon recognized, apart from its spectacular and attractive, provides excellent cleaning results on body exhausted, with very little consumption of water, electricity, or shampoo.
2. In reality, as is well known Moussempès, while humans can be recycled, the raw material is already met: literally "nothing is lost ...". The whim of the Experts, the body will be reviewed, there will be new openings, we consolidate what we can, we give up parts too highly unstable in favor of better choices, more radical organizations, so that finally the death and misery metaphysics are permanently shelved, rendered inoperative upon a body felt better and better able to achieve angélisation.
3. The effect of surprise any reader ever seen: many experiments were tentées.Il particularly wishes to the power of rhetorical proposals whose incongruity disappears in the light of acid wit. Subtlety is a crazy game of theses seemingly unsustainable. It is that time is running out - the "competitive" plays on the same terrain.Concurrent this God first. Its Genesis arbitrary, which we now know it is only the latest debut. Competitors, His angels, lanterns. His image, lisping, no doubt. His Son Jesus Christ, which argues it would have been Moussempès first anableps, "strange fish that changes made prior to Creation: the anableps had a double eye whose glance inside, headed toward orbit, crossing the oval body to the tail "p 21. Competitors death and its avatars, the whole arsenal of meanness, goddesses themselves, whose omnipotence was spoofed, or secondary Moussempès has other fish to fry.
Dexterity a heavenly angelic Lautreamont - such ease almost concerned about it.
4. The device Moussempès also maintains its constant repetition: hammered the projections are playful with an obsession bordering on burlesque, irony throughout Duchamp.
Objectives: flabby tissue rejection, concretion body around the spine, angélisation, looking for inspiration for action in states that have preceded the Genesis misleading.
5. So that the patent is ultimately persuasive: we hear heavenly music. Other music, which evokes that of Artaud, singing of washing oneself, delivery afloat. In particular, a string of keywords will ever uttered the man's body in rotation about the axis Analects vertebral oral anal crucial seat of his conversion, his angélisation, his assumption of the analysis, as the primary or swam the anableps, oval fish. One index will suffice, ana-: Prefix (gr. ana) means "above", "backward", "in contrast" or "new." Again, throw the dice. In contrast, lay the bodies endless, stiff: up, back. Yet.
6. In the sky Moussempès, that is to say inside of man, vice versa, the angels deliver converted battle against God, in His cut cubic crystal. The dead are remembered, cannon fodder or double agents (Letter of command to a strategist Apocalypse). Soon, the victory is gained, the body finds employment as a pure musical instrument ("hole flute playing by the laws of angelic music theory", p 44). Later, he "will result in the production of a new material, particularly thin and sensitive, able to circulate an infinity of messages" (p 64). It is the angel that is Moussempès on the body of man. A reconfigured body-angel, disillusioned but functioning perfectly, not for life Paradise but for a new task-specific, previously defined or invented (music production, singing, perpetuation of the dead body, production of small brain-relay), which has resulted in an overhaul.

Angélisation imminent
Delirious? The eccentricity of the radical project of Jacques Moussempès returns to Raymond Roussel. Employing a bestiary under the medieval, the literary or the New Age (all means are good), interspersed with more intimate places for women loved, and what letters then, Jacques Moussempès cosmogony provides a portable to use of the living (only 12 euros), which we will use the immediate curative effect seizing the power of cleaning unsuspected. Finally

briefly in one sentence as endless agony, and then book the weapons we move slowly towards the night of death, we say the body now being angélisation with Lautreamont, Jim Morrison, Artaud , and Jacques Moussempès, phagocytosed by each other in a single expression of the power feeder in the literature, we say to this body a shapeless mass problem (celestial), with accompanying hard, (the angélise) his footsteps, (in his remains) to amid the dust, "the body becomes a thin rod to support the awkward eye on her rounds, or what you will, a station incomprehensible and vertically in the spirit because our bodies do not exist, but the The invention of astral spirits who hang sexes in our stomachs through which they pass us in the earthly world for which we were not facts. "




Biography:

Professor of Philosophy and French on the day, a professional bridge player night: Jacques Moussempès has the aquiline profile of a spy, the class of the fallen angel. Investigation. Born into a family of old Biarritz, which includes notable architects and premises, some more or less eccentric, the "destiny" of Jacques Moussempès is marked by the trajectory of the father: idle, it will ruin the casino shortly after the birth of Jacques. As a result, he abandoned his wife and children to Paris: Although forced to find work. The game makes its entry into the life of a young boy, immediately translated into ten years of father absence. He entered inch science but without money must be devoted exclusively to education for financial reasons. Spy mission, as we would like to suggest, then passes Jacques Moussempès four years of her life in Brazil and a few months in Pondicherry attached to the embassy of France as a French teacher and philosophy - the spies working for the embassy is known. Later in life, he meets and has an affair with Anie Besnard, one of the companions to Antonin Artaud, which carries a Moussempès admiration. It will Artaud on his deathbed, and will feature one of his drawings, the execration of the father-mother, where the word ANA (All Letters Order "resonate). He participated in the symposium The West and its other in 1978, leaving a paper on Artaud, entitled To finish with the West. It will remain a near Anie Besnard, who had in his apartment a collection of automata rather exceptional. Automata to the angels, there is only one step, and lead soldiers in their midst, haloed celestial music: it's what will show below. Jacques Moussempès then founded a family, his only daughter, Sandra became a poet herself. Language teacher in a school in the Paris suburbs, he is lord of the summer village in southern France. To go down in the south, 700 km drive Convertible universe of eccentric hats decked airmen ... Exceptional host, affable talker, "character" Local appreciated. A serene gentleman, a great storyteller. A man who made the posting enjoyed a lifestyle. Feverish nights on tables of bridge ... Difficult not to dress up a phlegm to Holmes at the Duchamp of chinoiserie. This man is decidedly upscale too. Suspense. The end of his life is darker: living alone his last two years, he devoted himself to reading of Bossuet, and develops an exclusive passion for angels, he has quite a collection. He neighborly his angels with toy soldiers which he himself is the master craftsman: equips at the end of molds of all kinds, work lead, alchimise. Also raises the musical boxes. All this paraphernalia of robots and eyes in ecstasy, wings harmless cylinder air soft celestial music, is strangely opposite direction mad buildings proposed in literature: autobiography joined the cosmogonic myth. All avenues Moussempès (there are two nothing at Biarritz) would lead invariably to angélisation: angel music box = = tin soldier
We know that later in life, the very last moments, Jacques Moussempès dies result of his sleep, ironically, one night some of the year 1981. Letters have been completed three months before his death. What a desirable end. They remain, the Letters, with the angels, and great music. William

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Netopia Ter/gusb-n Driver

You?

The answer is in the title.
soon as I see it, I want to paint it. But sex
eventually kills.
What about languages that are written then starting our end, by our last page?
For the purpose may be initially proof.
Yesterday was tomorrow, do not forget, but bind themselves to respect all of the population born before self seems so stupid to believe that due respect for the other half.
short, I listen to my child, you confess.
- On impact, I flew. And
Alzheimer lurks on every corner of Avenue.
- No, it is written Alzaille dies. Forget it, then, what else?
A hen lays eggs, not the reverse! And the first chicken did not come out of an egg, that's all ...
The opposite, I see evil.
Why do you wash my hands when I smile?

This text precedes the next.

issues before the answers.
The strokes above the image.
life before death. The previous
precedes the next.
The beginning before the end. Yesterday
above today before tomorrow.
call before listening.
Liftoff above the crash.
ignorance precedes knowledge. The foregoing
fault correction. The foregoing
hen eggs.
words preceding sentence.
My finger in your ass above your smile. In general ...


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