j'écris de la non-fiction (recherche théorique), de la fiction (un livre de science-fiction sur le toilettage canin, l'amour et l’insurrection gay et inter-espèces), de l'auto-fiction (la plupart des textes que vous trouverez ici + un roman autobiographique en cours). j'écris de la prose, des poèmes, des paroles de chansons, des textes de théâtre, des dessins (ou vice versa)
en ce moment, je suis super intéressé par l'intersection entre texte et lperformance, et j'ai très envie d’écrire pour le théâtre à nouveau. pour proposer une collaboration, un job ou demander plus d’échantillons de mon travail
i write non-fiction (theoretical research), fiction (a science-fiction book about dog grooming, gay & interspecies love & insurrection), auto-fiction (many texts you’ll find here + an autobiographical novel in the making).
i write prose, poems, lyrics, theater texts, drawings (or vice versa)
at the moment i’m really into the intersection of text & performance, and i’d love to write for theater again. for collaborations, job offers & more work samples
dog poems for dog boys
excerpts
he left his cap at my place
it kinda smells like chalk
something dry and compact t
t he next time we meet
i wear it (cheeky)
with a cute denim dress
he says
why are you so cute?
i gaze over fleshy tones
carved out in the grass
my eyes trained to look
for the shape of his head
i recognise his white dress
i’ve seen it on pictures
he looks like an angel
he looks like an angel
he names everything
i’d learn the language made
from these new appellations
he names everything
even himself
a vein makes a u-turn on his hand
just shying away from kissing his knuckles
i miss the signs in his body
that were not mine to
interpret anyways
i hold my baggy jeans like a princess dress
when i walk up the stairs
i wish i had the audacity of beautiful boys
with fancy shoes that slap the ground
feeling my corporeal language
expand in windshield motion
angel in the snow
slow process
grappling millimetres
of social territory
with every redoing
of an action
can it become natural
i’d settle for
imitation
at least
the easiness of a movement well known
brushing your teeth
bringing a spoon of
food to your mouth
putting on socks
opening the door to your apartment
sitting on the toilet
petting a dog
expand in windshield motion
angel in the snow
slow process
grappling millimetres
of social territory
with every redoing
of an action
can it become natural
i’d settle for
imitation
at least
the easiness of a movement well known
brushing your teeth
bringing a spoon of
food to your mouth
putting on socks
opening the door to your apartment
sitting on the toilet
petting a dog
i work at it
with intention
set the chain of
motion
in my head
before i do anything
with my limbs
i’m convinced nothing
is natural to me
so i rehearse
build coherence through repetition
hoping my strange
choreo goes
unnoticed
being the
odd one
out
i pretend the building in which you live
lost its gooey aura,
just so i can
walk in this street again
(annoyingly enough)
work seems to bring me here
on a regular basis
i walk walk
pretend it’s not neon green
do not feel a feeling
i recall the door code
i could just take the things
i’ll never have the gut
to ask you back
normalize robbing your exes
carried bags of sand while
coming down from a fever
our arms are so skinny but
you still manage
to take on
what i drop