Time goes
The story
stays
A city
A landscape
A place to be
This one
true life
Asleep
I shake my head
A seagull
with a fish in its beak
flies over
the highway
Lands
Eats
A manufactured
scenario of safety
The idea
of a country
Lives of the dead
we’ll never know
Mystery
complete
"The poet is of no party." BaudelaireOur manifesto is an act of substantiation.
We reject all forms of futilitarianism, in whatever disguise.
We believe that comedy is the song of the village and tragedy the song of the goat.
We believe what is written in the books, but now we want to see for ourselves.
The single idea, beating on the same doors in vain.
The analogue and the invention.
The death cell.
The first permission.
Though we watch the stage for things to happen, though our minds wander.
By ourselves in the green field, playing our diversion.
Though the story begins with the loss of a home.
Out of the machine, we shift restlessly in our seats.