My Breasts Have Veins

-related upheaval

past few weeks, Re- (or I) has stalled. This may be due, of course, has a dispersion of my activities is hardly compatible with the time of the composition of a book but also something else, I just realize it today.

Although the poems are not moving, I reread them often. In my head, or aloud, over and over again. It's always how I shall, as a test of reliability *.

And, therefore, re-reading my rubbish, I realized today what was wrong for a while in my head ** I could not identify it: the lengths to certain poems. More exactly, this: the short lines work fine (up to 9) but from 10, it starts to derail and 11 and 12, nothing is more ...

This may be a vision purely subjective, but I now know, the decadence, the Endeca-dodécasyllabes and, in the language that I use for this book, do not work. The poems become heavy, pompous ... it weighs a ton and I felt like I tell it. And it is certainly not the tone I want to give Re-.

What interests me and runs to me with short lines (6 to 9 syllables so) is a lightness, even some inconsistency, that worms "long" obliterate.

That may have something to do with a balance (harmony?): The ratio between the number and length of worms .***

The shape-trash (as I have set: 13 to ( 2 +6 +5)) is not the sonnet-form. If the Alexandrian and the sonnet are made for each other ****, like red wine and Camembert in a way, the trash it seems to cut to accommodate lightweight.

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short, the "beautiful" building that I developed here collapses on the field. I just have to go up another thing ... Here we are beautiful.

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* When I was last month in Clermont-Ferrand for the Week of Poetry, I often went to the Michelin factories in particular to strange constructs that being said the old ramps test where we tested the resistance of tires ... My ramp test to me, is the voice.

** I know, the term is ambiguous. But imagine a small alarm bell currently ringing.

*** Something like the golden ratio has come to play a role in there but I do not have time to go yet.

**** But the sonnet in history has used a variety of meters, do not forget.