My body without me.
Fata Morgana| N° d'inventaire | 23640 |
| Format | 12 x 21 |
| Détails | 40 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Saint-Clement-de-Rivière, 2019 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782377920358 |
You're no longer breathing, and your tongue is all raised. Then, nothing but your desire and emptiness ahead. It's as if there has changed into far. The sensation has been repeating itself for so long, yet it retains its strangeness. You experience it, you don't understand it. In truth, it begins by dominating you in the shock of grasping it once more, after which you move to see it, to know it, and where you felt it, there is nothing more.
“It is that I do not believe in the unity of my own “I,” which exists only in the actions that temporarily realize it”: all of Bernard Noël’s work is an agreement signed between anatomy and poetry with the incessant desire to pass to the other side of the body as to the other side of language. “Everything in my writings that bears the name of the body, its organs or their attributes, is part of this insurrection: a desperate insurrection against a situation that reduces the body to being the placeless place of my representations, including its own.” Following the States of the Body or the You and the Silence, the crossing of the thicknesses that are flesh and time continues: the prospect of a new vertigo.
You're no longer breathing, and your tongue is all raised. Then, nothing but your desire and emptiness ahead. It's as if there has changed into far. The sensation has been repeating itself for so long, yet it retains its strangeness. You experience it, you don't understand it. In truth, it begins by dominating you in the shock of grasping it once more, after which you move to see it, to know it, and where you felt it, there is nothing more.
“It is that I do not believe in the unity of my own “I,” which exists only in the actions that temporarily realize it”: all of Bernard Noël’s work is an agreement signed between anatomy and poetry with the incessant desire to pass to the other side of the body as to the other side of language. “Everything in my writings that bears the name of the body, its organs or their attributes, is part of this insurrection: a desperate insurrection against a situation that reduces the body to being the placeless place of my representations, including its own.” Following the States of the Body or the You and the Silence, the crossing of the thicknesses that are flesh and time continues: the prospect of a new vertigo.