1)

 

 

 

The truth about choice

 

I chose Burger King.

One can never go back on a poetic decision.

Desires pass like days, like life which never comes

Like detachment dries up solitude

Like the head of a queen carried away by the weight of the crown.

Only truth devours poets

While they hold in their hands the thick hamburger of their quenched hunger.

 

Mummy of the evident. Mummy of choice.

Which springs forth from the drying up of all springs

In the infinite manufacture of things flipped on the grill

Which hat should worn by the arbitrary?

 

I chose Burger King.

I who did not choose to wear this headdress

eternal cone of meat

eternally like a garnished open face.

And when I pass under my station why aerial? my metallic

headache

I know that this choice is the only nothing that covers me

Light, light, light lifting.

 

Oh! Complete Yes of my abode

My Yes!

 

 

 

 

 

2)

 

 

THE BIG TOY

 

 

The toy has a package which is also a toy

If the package is a toy then what is the toy a package for?

Is the package of a fruit also a fruit?

And to what greater degree of fruit is the package compared to the fruit?

 

The package is in the toy Everything becomes toy

And by that everything is package The package of the fruit

is packaged by the fruit which sticks out everywhere

Like the toy seeps from the package.

 

A toy does not die with the death of children

But death is the skeleton packaging all the toys

Like Russian dolls devouring each other

 

Paralyzed toy Yellow Green Blue Voluminous without edge

in the trampled fragment was savor and life

CONTINUE TO PEEL THE ROTTEN FRUIT OF YOUR WOMB.

 

 

 

3)

 

 

closer more human

uglier farther away

 

closer uglier

farther away more human

 

uglier more human

closer farther away

 

more human uglier

farther away closer

 

farther away more human

closer uglier

 

 

 

 

 

4)

 

HEINEKEN

 

NO

 

 

 

 

5)

 

Note.

 

These paving stones are not successive; they are erratic blocs from a brightly colored virtual critical cabinet tossed into the enclosure of international art and signposted spaces. Corners of ease in a place of prestige, which add only moderately and with reserve to the welcoming architecture, and whose outlines pretend to enclose the visitors who only have art up to their waists. The latter thus suffer the refracted humiliation of these stones of irregular criticism, a humiliation commensurate with the infatuation of the global site, volumetrically left intact.

 

 

6)

 

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1) (Excerpt from Nos beaux Géraniums, éditions Azimut, 1988).

2) (Excerpt from Le Grand Secret des provocateurs de longue agonie, 2001).

3) (Flyer for the exhibition La Ballade des Pendus, 2003).

4) (Slogan printed for the exhibition Après la fin de l’art – 1945-2003).

5) (Excerpt from « Dix-huit tirs à blanc » for Mudam-magazine, 2000).

6) (Adevertisement for the Café Madeleine in Zéro Deux, n°37, 2006).