Sleep some more

Here I live with a small black-and-white tv that proves: Not the image is the truth, but the noise obfuscating it.  On the wall is sink with a small, almost blind mirror above it. In the night, when I am too tired to go out to the toilet, I stand there, dick in hand, watching… Continue reading Sleep some more

The Lotus Eaters

The Lotos-eaters BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above… Continue reading The Lotus Eaters


Les pensées que je médite, Sont plus noires que l’anthracite, Mais que faire quand tu te fous, Si eperduement de nous. Si arrive je t’incite, C’est que mon humour anthracite, A tourné en derision, Ton dedain et ma passion. Mais prends garde ma petite A mon humeur anthracite, J’arracherais animal, Le cri et les fleurs… Continue reading L’Anthracite

Grow A Garden

Elsa Schiaparelli, who collaborated with Salvador Dalí and, as a child, buried flower seeds in her nose and ears in an attempt to grow a garden on her face.