its beauty, its truth proceed from a profound dialectic between the life and death of language, between density of the word and the ennui of syntax

Minou Drouet's texts in this sense appear as the antiphrasis of all poetry insofar as they flee that solitary weapon of writers, literality

A propitiatory victim sacrificed so that the world will be bright

the spectacular comfort of familial, juridical, religious norms

We know that syncretism has always been one of the Church's major techniques of assimilation.

astrology is definitely not [...] the prolegomenon to a dream, but only a mirror

Then what purpose can it serve, this pure description, since it seems to offer no oneiric compensation?

Unfortunately, this pleonasm of intentions muffles both word and musi

their overspectacular rubato

the raw telluric substance