Yes, well, okay, hey, it's not worth taking your vuvuzelas yelling for me in the eardrum, yes, I noticed I forsake Rougelarsenrose , I am even more to the gym and some are about to stab me so I have emails late ... Ben Vui, Vui Vui Vui, but you know, I gave blood and lymph Laureli In the interstices, I try to flank a good kick in the ass to move this fucking Arles begins to become my current book, and then I negotiated hard with cluster headache face lately and a lot of little worries health cascade that remind me that despite my eternal adolescent mind ... well I still 34 years old and a bit fragile little thing with a light bulb manufacturing defect inside, I start paying my sleepless nights. Shit. But I assure you, I'm so full of good resolutions that I can play in a remake of St Teresa . I go to yoga - no more plans: I run one hour, I continue to pump 30, 200 abs, and then afterwards I'll work for twelve hours ... before running off to a party gin darkdog ... no, now it breathing techniques and stress the deep muscles - I do not let my papers lying around - well, I mean, I open the mail from the bank and everything ... ... from time to time - I take the choir because it's still super foot, singing, I smoke two cigarettes less than usual - must remain rational, though, in his good resolutions - I 'm more present for the cat, sorry for the cats - I almost forget my future brother-cat Popol Vuh or Ezra Pound (the name has not yet been chosen by his happy master) and then above, huh, I take finally, I try.
A small summary of previous episodes, anyway, since the month of June was full of readings and other literary events.
Saturday, June 12, was the meeting-reading about the work of Helen Bessette the bookstore MK2 Quai de Loire in Paris during the festival in full and on an invitation from the bookseller of the place, Quetteville Sophia, with Emmanuelle Clément, Sophie Quetteville, Julien Doussinault and bibi; superb readings Ida or delirium, La Tour, mothered by Sophie ... Quetteville - so, who not content be a great bookstore is a great reader-actress - and Emmanuelle Clément - beautiful actress that you will find soon on stage - are so amazed that all those who managed to get up that day we thought we would do it again and even, like the film so as to benefit everyone. Sunday, June 13, it was my day with a marathon reading of Labour River to 15 pm as part of the periphery of the market for poetry and in letters from Paris, where I discovered the wonderful work of poetic Laurence Vielle and listen, for the umpteenth time - but we never tire of it - the big Serge Pey .
Then at 18 pm at CentQuatre (always in the context of Paris in words), I read from Hush, fur and my aunt Rachel The carcasses of Raymond Federman . It was a funny moment, terribly moving. It was the first time I heard someone else read the texts of Raymond ... And that someone else was me. Though I have never really nervous - I went on stage since age 6, it vaccinia ... - I was a little terrified to bring these texts that I love so much ... And then the magic moinous has made and I gave everything I had, and I assumed that never accepts when reading my own lyrics: emotion. 
Friday, June 25, was in Marseilles, the CIPM, on an invitation from Jean-François Bory as part of "the evening of users of the CIPM," with Jean-Noel Orengo and Pierre Menard . A beautiful evening that allowed me to rehear Pierre Menard and discover the texts of Jean-Noel Orengo. You can preview the readings on the website of the CIPM here, here and there . Nathalie Quintane , Remi and Mary Didier da Silva made the trip ... And then it also allowed me to finally visit the library The Story of the Eye ... which is opposite the caterer Georges Bataille (yes Yes), in Marseille, a bookshop where we want to splurge for her credit card and where it is always something going on - side Laureli, The Story of the Eye received Didier da Silva and Julian of Abrigeon. 
Tuesday, June 29, Jean-Michel Espitallier remade The Java , yes, after Java at Java you follow? With Frank Smith , David Sillanoli and The All , Jacques Barbaut and Djulee Jay , and Bibi, as part of the residence of Jean-Michel Ile-de-France and Device Market for poetry. It was also very nice. I loved reading Guantanamo , alas, my friggin migraine allowed me to enjoy music garage-punk of all that through one floor away. 
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