Table

Table © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Table »
The little object people of a building courtyard. Writing this word is therefore an almost original mise en abyme of the writing process itself. “A place of one’s own, what is it?” Reminiscences of voices and breaths. The surface of our gestures is our writing. A meeting, like a thousand other meetings. Small depresses of the everyday objects. Preparations for a cinematic event. Intimate testimonials of objects that feel lonely or abandoned.

Table
Table
Table

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