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Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tractor Wedding Sayings
Complaint of an unbearable future
We're on Earth, after a few years and unexplained supernatural phenomenon occurred on every continent on the planet. Millions of people in the blink of an eye, disappeared, vanished, without leaving any trace. Upon investigation, one common denominator: they all appeared in the Christian faith ...
Complaint of an unbearable future ...
Standing in the middle of the corridor
a voice that chills me
mind Shy or can be insistent
I know, the voice is not a cry
sound a little strange hovering
What attracts me
hypnotized and could not think
And even fewer understand
I surrender to his lust ...
If she dies I can not say I
But slowly thaws a bit
I seem to detect it no longer expects And laugh
prepares to confess
I'm so lonely she ended by saying
Without any sense of who I became
I remember stepping on Earth
With the smell of flowers and oak slaughtered
Children hopeful smiles
And they gave without counting
From these legends of endless romances
And these men who sacrificed their destiny
As I see myself in the form
I lived yesterday
My name sung in every language
my fame And that defied
hell I am so far she finally scream
your world I was banished forever
More souls who live for still recalls it
When I was with you then: "You call me love ..." 
We're on Earth, after a few years and unexplained supernatural phenomenon occurred on every continent on the planet. Millions of people in the blink of an eye, disappeared, vanished, without leaving any trace. Upon investigation, one common denominator: they all appeared in the Christian faith ...
Complaint of an unbearable future ...
Standing in the middle of the corridor
a voice that chills me
mind Shy or can be insistent
I know, the voice is not a cry
sound a little strange hovering
What attracts me
hypnotized and could not think
And even fewer understand
I surrender to his lust ...
If she dies I can not say I
But slowly thaws a bit
I seem to detect it no longer expects And laugh
prepares to confess
I'm so lonely she ended by saying
Without any sense of who I became
I remember stepping on Earth
With the smell of flowers and oak slaughtered
Children hopeful smiles
And they gave without counting
From these legends of endless romances
And these men who sacrificed their destiny
As I see myself in the form
I lived yesterday
My name sung in every language
my fame And that defied
hell I am so far she finally scream
your world I was banished forever
More souls who live for still recalls it
When I was with you then: "You call me love ..."
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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reality show ....
I'm back on this blog after a long absence ... I have a little neglected since I moved because I was a bit obsessed by all sorts of things. In May, at the same time or I moved, I had completed my work of late and I organized a conference session with Kurt Hentshläger. Through it I had a contract for the gallery installation DHC, and a few other small projects to pursue.
It is now almost a year since I wrote this blog. At first I did it for me out of a severe depression. I think it help me. That's why I come back because this time I still feel a little "down". But do not worry, it has nothing to do with the state of anxiety in which I found myself last year! Not just a little 'down' because after two sessions of University (and a challenging summer course), I realize that I really do this. I really feel ripped off by me UQAM and be in a pseudo-research program creation. The word creation is strong because it has no adequate material resources, or studio. Above all there is no atmosphere conducive to creation. We do that writing and jazz subjects often away from the area of interest. I do not want to generalize because some courses were rather millet (As during TOF), even if the strike a 'scrap' the end of the session. Surprising that the lecturers are pretty grounder that more teachers. Basically in the end I'm not sure to be a winner. Maybe it's not as bad as I say this because I tendency to be demanding and then disappointed.
I also realize that it's very difficult to conceptualize vacuum, ie without purpose, without opportunity to present, without a team ... etc. I need a deadline, a context. I have this little while project idea that I could do to beautify this blog. I promise to do a work in progress ", but this work does not really tag, or context. It is a mental exercise, jogging. In short, I am told that I am creating a piece videosound, and I deliver on this blog the process. Every Friday before 16h, I'll give a piece of video. And my commitment is minimal, or at least a second per week. At worst, therefore, I have a video of 50 seconds (I'm off in the holidays) a year!. As I am committed to you, it might motivate me to do. Also you will be entitled to whine if the video is not online as planned, because it is my commitment. By cons I do not promise that it will be good to put this constraint would be enough to flop the project. So Friday 16h first draft. I can not wait to see what it will. 
I'm back on this blog after a long absence ... I have a little neglected since I moved because I was a bit obsessed by all sorts of things. In May, at the same time or I moved, I had completed my work of late and I organized a conference session with Kurt Hentshläger. Through it I had a contract for the gallery installation DHC, and a few other small projects to pursue.
It is now almost a year since I wrote this blog. At first I did it for me out of a severe depression. I think it help me. That's why I come back because this time I still feel a little "down". But do not worry, it has nothing to do with the state of anxiety in which I found myself last year! Not just a little 'down' because after two sessions of University (and a challenging summer course), I realize that I really do this. I really feel ripped off by me UQAM and be in a pseudo-research program creation. The word creation is strong because it has no adequate material resources, or studio. Above all there is no atmosphere conducive to creation. We do that writing and jazz subjects often away from the area of interest. I do not want to generalize because some courses were rather millet (As during TOF), even if the strike a 'scrap' the end of the session. Surprising that the lecturers are pretty grounder that more teachers. Basically in the end I'm not sure to be a winner. Maybe it's not as bad as I say this because I tendency to be demanding and then disappointed.
I also realize that it's very difficult to conceptualize vacuum, ie without purpose, without opportunity to present, without a team ... etc. I need a deadline, a context. I have this little while project idea that I could do to beautify this blog. I promise to do a work in progress ", but this work does not really tag, or context. It is a mental exercise, jogging. In short, I am told that I am creating a piece videosound, and I deliver on this blog the process. Every Friday before 16h, I'll give a piece of video. And my commitment is minimal, or at least a second per week. At worst, therefore, I have a video of 50 seconds (I'm off in the holidays) a year!. As I am committed to you, it might motivate me to do. Also you will be entitled to whine if the video is not online as planned, because it is my commitment. By cons I do not promise that it will be good to put this constraint would be enough to flop the project. So Friday 16h first draft. I can not wait to see what it will.
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