Open the door Sit down Drive me close Tell me where Your hands roam I'm all ears One eye Tell me where Your laugh lives Ride this road 'Till fall Our high fears Step on it Elevate Pull the sword My lantern My lover Becoming Through the wound Kiss the bell Forehead chime Cups full Round night Uncovered Across you Lay, Lady Lady, Lay Strength say Why wait Any longer Open the door Sit down Take your place
Lettres à un jeune poète, Rainer Maria Rilke (extrait)
Pour ce qui est des sentiments, purs sont tous
les sentiments sur lesquels vous concentrez votre
être entier et qui vous élèvent ; impur est un
sentiment qui ne répond qu’à une partie de vous-même et par conséquent vous déforme. Tout ce
qu’il vous advient de penser quand vous vous
reportez à votre enfance est bon. Tout ce qui fait
de vous plus que vous n’étiez jusqu’ici, dans vos
heures les meilleures, est bon. Toute exaltation
est bonne si tout votre sang y participe, à la
condition qu’elle ne soit pas simple ivresse ou
trouble, mais une joie claire, transparente au
regard jusqu’au plus profond ! Comprenez-vous
ce que je veux dire ?
Anatomy of a Gag: BEING THERE (by Criterion)
Votre doute lui-même peut devenir une chose
bonne si vous en faites l’éducation : il doit se
transformer en instrument de connaissance et de
choix. Demandez-lui, chaque fois qu’il voudrait
abîmer une chose, pourquoi il trouve cette chose
laide. Exigez de lui des preuves. Observez-le :
vous le trouverez peut-être désemparé, et peut-être sur une piste. Surtout n’abdiquez pas devant
lui. Demandez-lui ses raisons. Veillez à ne jamais
y manquer. Un jour viendra où ce destructeur
sera devenu l’un de vos meilleurs artisans, – le
plus intelligent peut-être de ceux qui travaillent à
la construction de votre vie.
At long last, the promo video for my book is out. Months have past and clues have been dropped, all leading up to this vision. A dream. An act. A message to be sent. An scene to be watched, here.
“Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'
'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.
'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'
'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'
'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
Dear readers, here is some news about that red deluxe book. I will produce The Mere Appearance Of Living for the third and last time with a special added extra. Those of you who have the original hard copy have seen image anchors on a few of the pages. Those of you who have downloaded the digital version, either from my site or iTunes, have been able to click on these markers to view a Monocular image, until now.
There is no more online gallery and in the not so distant future there will no longer be a digital book to download. The Mere Appearance Of Living PX is a limited edition run and will be colourful and glossy. Most of the previous poems will remain, such as “My First Suicide Note” and “The Wolf” but I will also slip in some new angles.
New site and order button, coming soon. Thanks for being here. P. Xox