Pain Proust
( à la recherche du pain perdu )
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birds sing because they have nothing to read...

This project was encouraged by the positive results achieved in a previous experiment, Disextinctionary.

It became increasingly evident that birds can not only speak... they have something to say.
And so, what is there to say to a bird? Do I start by trying to explain the human condition,
or perhaps apologize for the conditions that are a consequence of the presence of man... ?

A bird has a gesture that we do not possess- flight.
It would then be appropriate to respond with a gesture that birds do not possess- writing.

... as though birds traded their hands for the ability to fly,

or man traded his wings for the ability to write...

And so, I have decided to feed À la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust,
page by page

to the birds,
here, in Paris
(Jardin du Luxembourg).

Of course, it will take time... but time is someting that I share with birds.
... a common malady that cures as it wounds...

' C'est dans la maladie que nous nous rendons compte que nous ne vivons pas seuls, mais enchaînés à un être d'un règne différent, dont des abîmes nous séparent, qui ne nous connaît pas et duquel il est impossible de nous faire comprendre '

' it is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood '



Poetry is Disaster