These non-tarabustée to prose (in the true double justification, in the layout of the book), which persists in Jean-Pascal Dubost and signs, lead us away, it is unclear where. It is there in his physical gyrations so terribly that the mind gets involved, getting tangled, is a machine to turn the mind around a center point that we have seen. If it exists. But it did not exist, what would turn around there? We would sometimesThis morning I turned around the house several times I turned round I was shooting with a slow walking in the snow silent when I saw traces of rabbit ears first, and mingled with those of birds, then, to force the mine, and who, on the white finally gave me the impression of them (sparks) -
that fatrasserie where the author plunges ranks a bit, we ordered, introduce into an order (whatever that is). Architecture. But no, not much to fear from that quarter. Nevertheless appear FIVE BLOCKS dedicated to the friend, the poet Antoine Emaz. It's like a photo of Anthony, who in his brilliant reflect a little Jean-Pascal - and everything takes its place:
rubbish here is some wonderful things.WORK
Once placed the word fatigue painful days
spent in a painful sigh trades may be
fag or mug (is) the table and look at the outside
another begins in the same place in his work
he finds a state where its continuous
necessary to live and enshrines maneuver and relentlessly
crimped but certainly not a work, a word to throw the dead -
Jean-Marie Perret
- Jean-Pascal Dubost, Fatrassier , bothering, 2007.
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