poetry · 02. April 2025

When the light struck at the proper angle, You saw it in the corner of your eye: The missing story you were passing by, The turn of wheel that you never wrangle. You knew it since the day of your first cry That stories end and sometimes disentangle From other people life and yet you try To tell yours with a voice which is not strangled. It doesn't matter if you name Beowulf The one who carries death as final target, If dragon can be changed into a wolf Which is named Fenrir by the mythic argot....

poetry · 28. March 2025

Sometimes I mislead you. Sometimes by choosing a title, sometimes by sharing a link which isn't about what it claims to be about. Yet I wish to believe I'm doing it benignantly. With every misplaced title, with every not so to the point link, I try to push you further, to force you to relate, to make you think. What is so important in what I do that you should think about? That was never the question. Of course you may dislike what I am sharing, or even ignore my daily efforts towards a better,...

poetry · 27. March 2025

Why would you think That happiness is granted to you and to your kin, That fighting is not the necessary step For you to grab a little light for heating, Light for the safe forseeing of things to come? In order to grow children, you have to fight, To kill the safety of illusions, To venture in the dark, To blindly grab the pulsing ubiquitous life, To sink your teeth in moving, pulsating veins, In flesh. The laughter is not sign of happiness, It's sign of power: showing off your fangs, While...

poetry · 21. March 2025

For those ready to believe otherwise, these were the thoughts of Achilles P Bishop, while sipping from a pint at the counter of a londonese pub and scratching an infamous tendon at the same time, before heading home to the wifey: I baked so slow I'm almost old. I never knew that I could sing, If I could humm, if I could buzz. I never knew that that face fuzz Will turn into a beard. I never dug for gold! I hid behind a woman's robe, My mother's, then my wife's; My teeth were sharper then them...

poetry · 07. March 2025

Si le collage n’est pas une nouveauté en soi, le collage vidéo peut sembler être une nouvelle forme d’expression. Même si l’art numérique peut être édité à l’infini, ce n’est pas seulement la sursaturation sémantique qui constitue le danger pour ceux qui s’aventurent dans ces remixes sans fin, mais surtout le sentiment qu’à chaque modification, quelque chose se perd, de la même manière que dans les arts visuels traditionnels, chaque étape contient une expressivité...

cinepoetry · 18. February 2025

Réaliser Prendre conscience que le mot lui-même peut s’écrire de deux manières différentes tout en restant correct dans la même langue. Prendre conscience qu’une image n’est pas seulement une image mais une multitude de possibilités. Réaliser qu'une animation pourrait parfois mieux remplir la tâche de raconter une histoire qui ne doit pas nécessairement devenir plus claire au cours du processus, mais encore plus complexe qu'une simple image. Réaliser que la vie elle-même, avec...

poetry · 06. April 2022

When you get out of the environment that you somehow managed to understand, confusion can easily set in. The boundaries are no longer clear, nor are the rules by which everything is structured. Many become possible, even if not all of them are desirable. In a new spatial format, new forms are possible, and the message finds new ways to reach you. Even when the paths are not very clear, even when the hand, with a questioning gesture, seems to hesitate, it is imperative to move forward. No matter...

art theory · 07. March 2022

A painting is not just a painting. Even if it is not absolutely necessary, a painting can be, or become, a work of art. In order to become a work of art, it must not miss the meeting with the public, and this happens more often than we like to admit. Usually, what we see is a larger or smaller part of the process that physical instantiation crowns. Most of the time, as viewers, we declare ourselves delighted or disappointed with the aesthetic aspect of the work and pass over in silence, or we...

art theory · 09. February 2022

There is no beauty without shadows. I was not the first to have this idea, but I had it on my own, much of it as a result of contemplation. We have epiphanies every day, we are just too busy to consider them. Probably this is the reason why a small epiphany does not turn so often into a big epiphany, or even into That Epiphany.

poetry · 27. January 2022

Life comes with choices. Yet, sometimes you have the feeling you have no choice. No safe place, no exit door. You must stay in the game. Sometimes you just want to keep on going on the path you chose long ago, doing all the things you believe they were meant for you to do. It isn't like you can't make changes in your life, you make them all the time, even on daily basis. You just make them within that same path. You do stumble and fall, but that is part of the deal. Is it a good deal? You can't...