i feel myself strong and resilient. there is an hour in the evening when the meadow is saying something. it never says it. maybe it says it infinitely and we cannot listen or we listen to it though it's something untranslatable like music. we've been waiting for the apparition of a true corpse. its head was a boundless skull of a mare, its body a fishbone or a huge inferior jaw, half toothless and right stretched out ... the arab shape of its weapon defined the place were things happened.
art is providing its privileges more and more in cinema; movies are becoming a very deep attraction by begetting relish and distaste. they help heaps of people to extend their lives or to build another one and astonish. i don't think that films are purely of public interest. at the beginning it's been the artist who dreamed a dream even when finally he had to prove and master its arcane regions,
mesmerizing its ecstatic removals beyond death.
yet we've been truly totally ready to go.
we're learning to give everything for there are spaces and moods
being completely undiscovered, marvels, at least, as much as there are lives on earth. that's what makes it contriving and unbelievably conscious, yet popular, a big deal and leisure of our christian time. for me it's something sole of a great adventure where i'm often communicating with rimbaud. i mean it should invite us all to go further and enter a better era of human civilisation, and we definitely should start enjoying its political freedom !
as i see that i'm here to conjure a special feeling out of anyone, moving on, feeling myself grateful and gifted with vision, i'm walking through the streets my mother has never walked through.
