Born from the silt.
LOUIS-COMBET Claude.

Born from the silt.

Fata Morgana
Regular price €12,00 €0,00 Unit price per
N° d'inventaire 23686
Format 14 x 22
Détails 48 p., paperback.
Publication Saint-Clement-de-Rivière, 2018
Etat Nine
ISBN 9782377920099

By dint of licking the earth, I finally raised my head. By dint of crawling in the raw material of clay and water, I felt that all the springs of my being were tightening and that the time had come to stand up. You can see it: I'm staggering. I look like I've been drinking. I have trouble putting my foot down firmly. And what's more, I don't know where I'm going. But finally I'm here. Standing. While everything else lies. While all the immensity remains perfectly flat. Me, on my legs. Me, with my forehead raised. And my eye open. And my ear alert. And my mouth full of words, right down to my throat and right down to my heart.

Rooted in the photographs of Elizabeth Prouvost, where the feverish fragility of a contorted body transpires, Claude Louis-Combet's prose works with the same materials: primal nudity, clay, pain or terror. A work from the confines of being and abysses, the body and reflexes are never safe here.

By dint of licking the earth, I finally raised my head. By dint of crawling in the raw material of clay and water, I felt that all the springs of my being were tightening and that the time had come to stand up. You can see it: I'm staggering. I look like I've been drinking. I have trouble putting my foot down firmly. And what's more, I don't know where I'm going. But finally I'm here. Standing. While everything else lies. While all the immensity remains perfectly flat. Me, on my legs. Me, with my forehead raised. And my eye open. And my ear alert. And my mouth full of words, right down to my throat and right down to my heart.

Rooted in the photographs of Elizabeth Prouvost, where the feverish fragility of a contorted body transpires, Claude Louis-Combet's prose works with the same materials: primal nudity, clay, pain or terror. A work from the confines of being and abysses, the body and reflexes are never safe here.