By Emmanuel Moses
Un homme marche, qui pourrait se réciter les vers de Rilke : «.quelque selected qui est hors de notre vouloir ; nous nous engouffrons en elle comme dans un rêve, nous mourons en elle sans nous réveiller». Il begin par déambuler dans les couloirs labyrinthiques d'un hôpital psychiatrique, y faisant d'étranges rencontres, réelles ou imaginaires, puis il se retrouve expulsé dans le monde glacial d'une grande ville en proie à los angeles violence politique, criminelle et sociale. Un monde où l. a. chaleur humaine n'est qu'un useless mot et où l'alcool noie les égarés.
« Le roman d’Emmanuel Moses illustre à merveille los angeles ʺclaudication du monde psychique derrière l. a. réalitéʺ, une idée précisément énoncée par l’un des protagonistes du livre. Oui, on poursuit le réel. On peut y passer sa vie. On ne va jamais assez vite. Et d’ailleurs ce n’est même pas une query de vitesse. » – Serge Sanchez, Le journal littéraire, à propos de Ce jour-là
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Mhen one travels, one might "hit" a storm. The shoe must be tied to the ankle. As for we who "love to be astonished," McDonalds is the world's largest purchaser of beef eyeballs. They went out with bows and armbands to shoot at the hay. It's as easy as waves, slopping water. Tiaverse, watch, and cease. He had the hands of an artist. Penelope reworking the twill. " I'11just keep myself from picking up the telephone, in order to get some work done. What memory is not a "gripping" thought. Only fragments are accurate.
A healthy dialectic between poetry and prose. Good days go by fast, too fast. On the low rectangular coffee table was a rack for the postcard collection. A lot of questions, a few answers, the progress of questioning, the spot on the brain where these words will go. For example, I remember the blue coat with the red piping but I don't remember myself in it. There was green dust on the park bench, sanded by bottoms. " Raisins, cheese, the fapanese. I was stocking counter-convention in the localized world of the kitchen steam and rain.
As for we who "love to be astonished," the night is lit. Remarkably to learn to look. My father would say I've a "big day" tomor- a storm row. Words are not always adequate to the occasion, and my "probably" sounded hopeless. It's real, why, so, it's wrong. I mentioned my face because I am made that way wonderfully like a shadow I do not despise. But if I don't like the first dress I try on, I won't like any. It is only a coincidence. Whose shadow who's. At the circus the elephants were more beautiful than the horses, more touching than the clowns, and more graceful than the tigers trained to jump on their backs.