A collaboration
Zazie
J. Karl Bogartte
Tibor Kovacs-egri
Text collaboration with Pierre Petiot, Zazie and J. Karl Bogartte
The evening unbridled a street of constellations. Shadows were gardoyles that
slipped in and out of breathless strangers. Everywhere there were long coats of
intrigue, and spyglasses glittering in doorways like the unsettled dust of lingering
glances... They would meet in that sweetness of colliding trains...
JKB
In the morning, after the hounds released their spindles along the breathlessness of
of lovers, a sweet scent of burning towers filled the windows with orchids and
secret documents. A choice was made to project the objects of desire into whirlwinds.
JKB
The streetlights flickered. A woman is humming... Wolves are sleeping in the bed like tender sighs.
A singing anvil could be heard chasing the stairs, climbing along the ledge like a dangerously
slender pool of water... You can see the sparks through it with their veins glowing, their lips parted...
JKB
This is the scent of thought, and the molecular theory of silence. But less theory than activity,
less paragraph then diagram, more the act of passing through a particular doorway, in the guise
of someone else... You awake, and the earth is fluid, the stones are glittering in your voice.
Time moves just a little to the left of your shadow. You can never go back...