5 novembre 2013
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Isabelle Schiltz, « One movement after I Am America. », Accademia University Press, ID : 10.4000/books.aaccademia.352
The poet was sitting. Silently. Behind my eyes, I was wondering how it comes that I don’t see him. How it comes that I turned blind. It then happened that somebody told me to get up, get up and walk the stairs until you see what you don’t want to see. La modernité se naît de nouveau. Nul ne peut la tuer. Nul ne peut l’oublier. La modernité se meut encore au fond de nous. Si nous ne voyons rien, quelqu’un sait. I will have a glance at it. I will have a glance at the world. The world like it is...