Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times
textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
Can You Hear Me I feel free I'm deliveredBut still I've a stone rambling on in my sackWhat does it meanShould I stay quiet If I am not a Saint am I allowed to talkTo anyoneI have no seeblingTo anyone who trust meI have no friend Let's talk about the stoneLet's talk what it is... Lire la Suite →
It’s All Coming Down It’s all coming downBut we can dig this spaceIt’s all coming downI feel there is some graceIt’s all coming downTo be deprived from your coreIt’s all coming downI believe we want more It’s all coming downBut we also want the sameIt’s all coming downAre we the ones to blameIt’s all coming... 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 →
The Ocean is Rising / courtesy of Lucy The world has been shared the world is owned It’s a perpetual rehearsal of of the grapes of wrath But I have no land to be spoiled of It’s only me And some astrology What a crazy idea to be born in such a parody We talk... 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 →
Drooling In The Dark (Ouroboros) Fortunately a comet has no consciousness of itselfI’m drilling in the dark like a wormAnd I expect no light at the endMy head is full my body collapsedWhen I walk I feel like I’m not moving further at allIs it a bar or a hotel and the rain in the... Lire la Suite →
Sorry (Courtesy) Sorry but I don’t live in this world I know it sounds like a courtesy But I’m not saying so you excuse me I’m far beyond all apologies Spiders on wall are just a game Mine is darker than any angel That felt from the sky I feel ashame cause I am no... Lire la Suite →
It's No Fairy Tale Sometimes your face crosses my mind And I’m fifteen year old again I feel Sometimes it’s a shade on your arm Sometimes your hair blows in my headAll the bad thoughts are gone And you know I’m using a lot All the shadows and that deep coal That stuck me glued... Lire la Suite →
Poésie pour le Temps Courant / Poetry for Current Times 