Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
She Said à Julian et Élodie d'après Egon Schiele, Femme assise aux genoux pliés, 1917. She Said she said she was sorry anytime she would goshe said she was lonely in the light of the show how many times did you start to cry in this chamber on your ownhow many times did you have... Lire la Suite →
Red Is The Colour Streaming on streaming downClose to the wallThe sun is burning the floorIt’s kind of a new worldSo fussy dilutedRed is beating I feel like a pageA blank urging to be fulfilledDelusional on the magic rampage Streaming on streaming downSomeone has to shout in the distanceSomeone has to protest in this empty... Lire la Suite →
The Saloon of Good Fortune if you can pass the doorthen you are much welcomehave a seat you don’t careabout them overlookhave a sip have a breathand you can feel the pressyou gonna fly soonit’s all demons and furstake a smoke before noon it’s always too late it’s never right in timeit’s like it’s a... Lire la Suite →
Wine Times I’m drinking much of wineIt’s all whispers and spinesGrowing like a shadowAnd some dreams are comingIn such a weird hollow I’m drinking much of wineAll afternoons are mineAnd I drink for nothingBut some epiphanyOr the end of diplomacy You tell me it’s nothing I should complain aboutI’m staring in the sun and the... Lire la Suite →
Mother's Still In The Room I want it greed I want it darkI tell you what I’m a monarchAnd I would desert the kingdomIf you’d ask me forA brand new seldom memory from the past I want we bleed I want we shoutI want you readBack in my mindAnd I would draw flowers in yoursFlowers... Lire la Suite →
Summer Part Two I'm waiting for Summer Part TwoWhen people gloom in the street I can't feel no defeatI'm waiting for this moment to comeWhen any sorrow and fear is deadly overdone No announcement it will beSuddenly unpreparedIt will be like a green new seasonIt will be like an orangeAnd the sun playing with a... Lire la Suite →
Capuche / rap #2 Yeah la capuche ça veut direque le monde est agressifça veut dire que j'ai peurque je veux coller à mes tifsc'est ma capsule mon bunkeril a bien eu douze ans Luciferpasse le temps sonnent les heuresle compte-à-rebours est régressifaprès la peine vient la peineje suis étanche à perdre haleinemoi au moins... Lire la Suite →
Where Are You In The Heat of Darkness (for a song to come) What did you say when you said that it should be workingI was in my shoe box with nothing to be afraid ofAnd for now you blow out all my head in the skyOver the ceiling over the darkness of my sideI... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 