Grass

Grass © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Grass »
In nature, objects sing to give themselves courage. To see oneself in front of the roots of a tree. Nothing happens, and yet everything happens. Documentary. In nature, objects share their digital experiences. [At the water’s edge, we confide in each other.] To set foot, and then, step by step, to feel the souls of this place. When images and objects close to the body lead to shared collective memories of important moments. Let’s imagine for a moment that these air launchers are flame throwers... When a roll of scotch revolts.

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