17 janvier 2007

Eyefull’s souvenir!

So we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Thought the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright. Lord Byron So my eyes became the sheath of your succulent shape. So late… Corn and wheat, rye and oats: And the field were throwing their square glances at the  sky. Very late. And my eyes remain the womb of a mere remembrance. No birth.  Never Corn and wheat, rye and oats: And the trees were rummaging the crude and thick night. Too late. And my eyes look at... [Lire la suite]
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17 janvier 2007

... de pure forme".... ?

Brûl ille mor gnée cui Francis Picabia, "Cœur de Jésus "Cannibale n°1 (p. 4. ).
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