textes et créations de / texts and artworks by Sébastien Pellé
The Deer Black crows aligning on the single wire in the skyAt ten feet from the ground on the open field white and blue in the nightAnd a lonely barn big holes in the roof let the snow fall insideStands in the window in the yellow moonlightFootprints on the path which forces them to faceFrom... Lire la Suite →
Réveil en fuite Je suis allé cacher mon humeur racornie Avancer sur soi-même où on est le plus soi Est-ce bile terrible acide intérieur Avancer en coquille un ongle détaché qui sèche sans la chair un pétale de bois Ou confusion de maux au mieux la profondeur Nacrée navrée soupçon avide de terreur Je... Lire la Suite →
Because I'm a black stone (you know) Shining in the dark So silently waiting For a slide up or down or anywhere Else where there are some spaces left Waiting for the night shining on me I'm a black stone Everybody would agree It's a pretty common comedy (and I should have told you at... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 