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lforlimbo · 5 months
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I flora you you fauna me I flesh you I door you and window you you bones me you ocean me you courage me you meteor me I gold key you I extraordinary you you paroxysm me you paroxysm and paradox me I harpsichord you you silently me you mirror me I wristwatch you you mirage me oasis me you bird insect cataract me I lunar you you cumulus me you high tide me I transparent you you twilight me translucent me you empty castle and maze me parallax and parabola me you horizontal and vertical me you oblique me I equinox you I poet you you dance me I particular you you perpendicular and mezzanine me you visible me silhouette me you infinite me indivisible me you irony me I fragile you and ardent you I phonetically you you hieroglyph me you space me and cascade me I cascade you in turn but you you fluid me you comet me you volcanic me we pulverize each other we scandalously each other night and day we each other this very day you tangent me I concentric you you soluble me you insoluble me you asphyxiating and liberating me you heart-beat me you dizzy me ecstasy me you passionately and absolute me I absent you you absurd me I nostril you hair you and hip you you haunt me I breast you I chest your breast then guise you I corset you you odor me you dizzy me you slide I thigh you caress you I quiver you you stride me you unbearable me I amazon you I throat you stomach you skirt you garter you stockings you I Bach you yes I Bach you for harpsichord breast and flute (ii) I trembling you you seduce me absorb me I dispute you I risk you I climb you you skim me I swim you but you, you swirl me you graze me you circle me you flesh leather skin and bite me you black lace me you red slipper me and when you do not heel my senses you crocodile them you whale them you fascinate them you cover me I discover you invent you sometimes you uncover yourself you moist lips me I deliver and delirious you you delirious and passionate me I shoulder you and vertebra you I ankle you eyelash and pupil you and if I do not scapula before my lungs even after you armpit me I breathe you night and day I breathe you I mouth you I palate you I tooth and claw you vulva and eyelid you I breath you groin you blood you neck you I calves you I certain you I cheek and vein you I hands you sweat you tongue you nape you I sail you I shadow you I body and ghost you I retina you in my breath you iris yourself I write you you think me
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isabellevorle · 2 years
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Archives, 30 years ago. "Passionnément", 1992 Artist's book with a poem from Ghérasim Luca. 3 copies (one is at the Bibliothèque Doucet) Fond memories of our meetings and particularly the day when I brought him this book. #gherasimluca #ghérasimluca #poetry #poem #artistbook #bibliophile #bibliophilie #isabellevorle #ink #book #drawings #lovepoem https://www.instagram.com/p/CgecAIIoKg3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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cnicaise · 2 years
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Ghérasim Luca et Jacques Hérold. Le Sorcier noir. Paris, 1962. L’achat aux Puces par Jacques Hérold d’une cinquantaine de boîtes de modèles de boutons, fausses pierres précieuses, fausses perles, etc. est directement à l’origine de ce très remarquable livre-objet. Eau-forte de Jacques Hérold pour Le Sorcier noir. Paris, 1962. #GhérasimLuca. #JacquesHérold. #LeSorcierNoir #Livre-objet #MarchéauxPuces
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abridurif · 3 years
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Ghérasim Luca, Cubomanie
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🌋☄ "You shooting-star me You volcanic me We pulverizable ourselves" ☄🌋 #GhérasimLuca #palaisroyal #park #chair #poeticchair #poem #poetry #poetryinParis #French #words #intriguing #autumn🍁 #autumncolours #tumétoilefilante ☄ (à Palais-Royal)
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abridurif · 3 years
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Où où ouvrir les prisons sur la scène du nouveau-né ou sur rien ne veut rien dire sinon défi, défilé creusé dans les cimes, dans les cimetières qui sont des berceaux, des os, des seaux de lait enterrés dans la matière d’une matrice d’où on déterre tous les jours le même ver de lait de l’être fou, fourré dans ce rien qui est tout, dans ce rien qui s’entoure de toutes parts par lui-même et qui sape, qui s’appelle pomme ou prison.
Ghérasim Luca, Héros-Limite, Librairie José Corti, 1985
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