juillet 7th, 2005

puisque nous partons en voyage

la chambre

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août 8th, 2005

parking, 28 juillet 2005

parking leclerc 1 parking leclerc 2 parking leclerc 3
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août 8th, 2005

parking 1

parking leclerc

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août 8th, 2005

parking 2

parking leclerc 2

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août 8th, 2005

parking 3.1

parking leclerc 3

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août 8th, 2005

parking 3.3

Queen Victoria,
My father and all his tobacco loved you,
I love you too in all your forms,
the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,
the mean governess of the huge pink maps,
the solitary mourner of a prince.
Queen Victoria,
I am cold and rainy,
I am dirty as a glass roof in a train station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
because my love, she gone with other boys.
Queen Victoria,
do you have a punishment under the white lace,
will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,
will you spank her with a mechanical corset.
I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats
will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?
Queen Victoria,
I’m not much nourished by modern love,
will you come into my life
with your sorrow and your black carriages,
And your perfect
memories.
Queen Victoria,
the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.
Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,
who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,
who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,
heavy with proverbs and corrections,
confusing the star-dazed tourists
with our incomparable sense of loss.

L. Cohen

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août 8th, 2005

parking 3.4

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               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   My father and all his tobacco loved you,<br />
                   I love you too in all your forms,<br />
                   the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,<br />
                   the mean governess of the huge pink maps,<br />
                   the solitary mourner of a prince.</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am cold and rainy,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am dirty as a glass roof</font> in a train station,<br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I want ornaments on everything,</font><br />
                   <font color="#FFFFFF">because my love, </font>she gone with other boys.</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   do you have a punishment under the white lace,<br />
                   will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,<br />
                   will you spank her with a mechanical corset.<br />
                   I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats<br />
                   will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’;this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   I’m not much nourished by modern love,<br />
                   will you come into my life<br />
                   with your sorrow and your black carriages,<br />
                   And your perfect<br />
                   memories.</td>
               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">
               Queen Victoria,<br />
                   the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.<br />
                   Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,<br />
                   who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,<br />
                   who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,<br />
                   heavy with proverbs and corrections,<br />
                   confusing the star-dazed tourists<br />
                   with our incomparable sense of loss.</td>
   </tr>
</table>

<div style="width:800px;text-align:right">L. Cohen</div>
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septembre 5th, 2005

untitled3

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septembre 12th, 2005

( retard )

rue de la brêche aux loups

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septembre 25th, 2005

tempOrarely

octobre 2nd, 2005

(comment c’est)

toute sa vie la rue…

octobre 2nd, 2005

(tte sa vie la rue) sur le souffle : parler de la générosité des machines, À  vous

de quoi pensez-vous croyez-vous que je vous parle sinon

octobre 2nd, 2005

tte s v r, et puis ~ ce qui fait mal

de la générosité, ce que je reçois, et puis

octobre 2nd, 2005

to the street



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décembre 10th, 2005

les jours ont passé


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février 5th, 2006

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février 9th, 2006

partout beau (n’importe quoi, suite)

Des photos, j’en fais. Parfois beaucoup. (Dont je ne sais que faire.) Et quand, je commence à  en faire, comme hier, il a souvent un moment où je me dis « Partout, beau ». Le monde devient partout beau – n’importe quoi.

N’importe quoi, tout.

février 10th, 2006

image

février 15th, 2006

IMAGE
prise
I run for the bus now, dear
While riding I think of us dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
and all through my coffee break time
I say a little prayer for you

VIVE OLD IMAGE IS LOST

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novembre 16th, 2006

(des échos)

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