dot.dot

.je
je pointillé.
sans cesse ce retour à la ligne
en suspension

juste à point
de l'esprit
point plus qu'il n'en faut

d' interrogation point
je piétine à! toujours
. d' exclamation.
et m'esquive sur une...
[en silence]
...
virgule

actes sans ponctuation

épisode vasculaire viscéral

Her head exploded to expel She has no heart as she has no eyebrows

Melle ElLe Re-mix

dada print

Redemption Song

the thirsty
and the water
one drop of water
waterproof and? redemption
in front of eyes followed out a mirage
open and find the door,
sinner's way to a thousand nights:
the--desert
beyond drinking at her first sin;
thousand water drops happening beyond
redemption in front of a desert
there was a thousand doors
or a mirage?

beyond RedEMption

La PraV-da -da_

the way about

have the way
soul yourself
yourself could
you'd without
I liked the same window
same limit
same. the doubt
soul; similar
way as any
any have
the way, about

[as words accelerate, I drink yours, à la mesure de ma liberté]

impromptu [pour elle]

mElle Brume

je vous écoute aux portes
comme une odeur de toute faÇon
à foison accélerante plus forte

_

Cosmo agony of the Verb

N' news

[les poupées de complicité]

vice versa vice versa we sing our song

vice versa vise versa we sing along

picking up nails from the floor
we gather them stroking them

glin glan glon

vice versa vice versa we sing our song

nous sommes les poupées

de plus

au bord

i collect my nails and you collect yours

tossing them stroking them back and forth

glin glan glon

glin glan glon

vice versa vice versa and so on

i sing to you you sing to me

notre chanson

i promise i won't nail you

you promise you won't nail me

and so on

we sing our song
we sing along

undergone

goodbye sister

goodbye dawn

vice versa vice versa and so on

we sung our song we sung along

glin glan glon

glin glan glon
.

rubbish dub

rythmmmm of the rubbish dub stylee track back in the trick
trick track in the rubbish bagtag
truck in the roadish drag back [I'm quite drunk...]
drink and act as if the rub a mask trap trip
off the rub a dub bin skin
(?) trashed and bed. smiling

the act

Bauhaus
She’s listening to Bauhaus
Demolishing her buildings
She is the last floor
Collapse collapse collapse
No more
And more
Bauhaus
Build a penthouse
Out of ash
Open the gas
Relapse relapse relapse
On these laps
And moan
No more
Bauhaus
Listening to Bauhaus
Relapse Collapse Relapse Collapse
More
No more
_

be kind to your self

the game

she hit the mirror.
looking at all the little sharp knives falling
the hatred reflect multiplied in
as many images as there was pieces on the floor
the followed fall of the fool
happened [idling]
like it would never. hand.
until she'd feel the contact with her knees
there was no other noise disturbing silence
than the. metallic smell. of the red diffusing.
[thick atmosphere. à couper au couteau]
[the room goes dark]
[focus of the camera on the pond]
no will would press the red key to give it an end.
[focus of the camera on the key]

Alien Telegraph

we'd always tell more than what we'd like too, every chosen word, every lapsus, every silence would speak for us better than words, dissecating syllabic associations of sounds, every sweet breath taken in, and breathe out, every little whisper, every thought would talk for us in the alien telegraph. everything that could be said as the exact contrary was closer to the truth of what was, every shout and hidden scales of feelings. hidden. it was like a persistant whisling in the ear. something you'd like to say but that would escape from language. yes words were not precisely needed through the Alien Telegraph...

la chambre vaine (old song)

__




elle [reste] ici
[she] stays here
sans [ces] mots

sans [ce regard]

without [those] words
without that [look]
that brought her [to you]

in the [first] place

en premier lieu


silent
[silencieuse]
elle se demande

gourde sans sourcils

[numb] with no eyebrows

pâle [elle s'est tue]
elle [se] demande
[quand]
elle [se demande]

après

et [maintenant]


apart

(et entre parenthèses)

__

dada 05-09

Rrose without eYebroWns

crash test dummy

[EXPIRED]

the scissors followed on the sharp lines of what had been human once.
it cut off the finger tips.
tip tip tip.
go blood tears on the flour.
the open fingers where showing out the internal path to what used to be a heart once.
tip. tip....tip....
cadenced rythm showing no signs that it would stop sometimes.
beats on the clock that showed the way to what used to be feelings once.
mechanical movements had taken over what used to be free and thoughtless
once.
innocence.tip tip tip
the eyes closed to avoid to look at what used to be a self once.
- tip.tip. tip.said the clock
- ...tip...tip....tip answered the blood.

soon or later these eyes would have to open.
just once and look at the disaster that used to be a mirror.

once.

the hand-troducing to your your eyeBrowns