Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
On Est Mieux Après Eh bien tu vas m'élider tout çaQue veux-tu bout de chandelleOn se passe de la virguleOh oui Céline encore une foisJe sais pas j'éludeLes questionsSurtout les embarrassantes Je vais faire du catimini un artEt là tu as hésitéÇa (me) suffitComme dit Jean-Jacques sur sa porteIl a de la chance il eût... Lire la Suite →
The Leather Scale On the leather scale I would drop my jacket in the river On the leaher scale I would drop my skin and no horizon Nothing to expect I dropped myself And humanity is just an audience Ready to clap But most of all is just ready to blame I’m like a glove... Lire la Suite →
Empty Canon Oh yeah I jumped semi consciously In a bunch of flames or in a spiky bush I was stranded in some poetical air I didn’t feel any background in my backI was supposed to be pinned onOh yeah let’s announce some harrow I’m the best candidate to be called a mean shadow Oh... Lire la Suite →
Plumed in the Distance /Life is Breakfast Life is breakfast I could extend this moment to the end of my life Grapes are my thoughts pumping on the table and rolling to the edge Can you think of a more cheerful and heartwarming present than a plate of scrambled eggs Slow movement for a scene... Lire la Suite →
The Bridge If you walk by the bridge like you walk in the air The sky as a mirror to the river flowing belowTerrors and joys are merging in the whirl And there is no colour though they’re all in the spinDo not name anything if you still want to breath Do not count your... Lire la Suite →
The Rose Tree (rock song) I feel like a thousand years of occidental philosophywould crash at my feet and I’d smileI feel like I could break into pieces of glassand barefoot on fire I could defy this critic massI feel like tons of remorse would fall like snow around mewith me not even feeling the... Lire la Suite →
I quit I quitI quit for everWhatever you could say is a Watergate to meI quit for realI measure the distanceI quit for real cause I don’t want to be blurred anymoreI'll stop dropping my fishing crock from the shoreThe wind drilled my ears to vertigoYou mean some words are supposed to be said soI... Lire la Suite →
Coloured Plates Blue Is More Than Blue I can swim at night among them gigantic ice cubesI can undress some goddess at the top of a mountain of truthand in each of my smiles I could offer infinityI could disguise all the drama at the bottom of a cup of tea I’m a princeI’m a... 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 →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 