Sorry Hans, i woke up in the heat of the south of France, couldn't drive a whole day to rainy Austria. This one of Gent is for you. youhou...

Not drunk is he who from the floor
   Can rise alone and still drink more;
   But drunk is he who prostrate lies
   Without the power to move or rise.

   Thomas Love Peacock

My friend Cloben started eating meat again after a lot of years...Why does it make me happy? The idea of sharing meat meals with him...

"I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it...All I know is that first you've got to get mad. (shouting) You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' " Network (1976)

Some friends moved in a new appartment, an old lady used to live there, she lived alone. she died alone. She was found dead in her vomit, next to her bed, on the wooden floor. There was a few things left in the appartment, in a cupboard, a projector and a box of slides. On every photo, it was her, only her, as a tourist, somewhere. Looking at the camera, always. I wish I met this lady before. I'd like to know who she was . Curiosity is a strange feeling, I wonder if photos still make this effect on people. Do they?

Red hair
real
she whirled it
and she asked
"is my ass still on?"
such comedy.
there is always one woman
to save you from another
and as that woman saves you
she makes ready to
destroy....

Today I bought a new pair of jeans at the supermarket....

en route pour le sud...

James "animal" - Marina di Ravenna 2005

"the strong men
the muscle men
there they sit
down at the beach
cocoa tans
with the weights
scattered about them
untouched
they sit as the
waves go in and out
they sit as the
stock market
makes and breaks
men and families
they sit while
one punch of a button
could turn their
turkeynecks to
black and shriveled
matchsticks
they sit while
suicides in green rooms
trade it in for more space
they sit while former
Miss Americas
weep before wrinkled
mirrors
they sit
they sit with less
life-flow than apes
and my woman stops and
looks at them:
"oooh oooh oooh," she says.
I walk off with
my woman as the waves
go in and out.
"there's something wrong
with them," she said, "what is it?"
"their love only runs in one direction."
the seagulls whirl and
the sea runs in and out
and we left them back there
wasting themselves
time
this moment
the seagulls
the sea
the sand." CB

The dark side of sports.

Plombieres 1986...

Should I pursue a path so twisted ?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted ?
Should I go the length of a river,
[The royal, the throne, the cry me a river]
What about it, what about it, what about it ?
Oh, I'm pissing in a river.

If I was Vivien Feil, that's what i would have looked like this morning.
july 14th national day...the day after the bal.