Kotinos Ghost

... ou les fragments d'Oneiros Thanatos

"Je crois à s'arracher le coeur comme on dégoupille une grenade"

03 mars 2004

Perspex Dome

1 Elle avait fait de l'inutile la trame de son existence.Comme un fil conducteur invisible.La principale difficulté était de n'en rien laisser sourdre à l'extérieur du dome de verre derrière lequel elle observait le monde disparaître, pan après pan.Toute son énergie, soit le peu qui en subsistait, était concentrée sur cette subtile partie de camouflage. Parfois, elle s'autorisait une forme de récréation, de pause.Plonger son regard dans le jade liquide du sphinx noir et or qui partageait sa réclusion. Y puiser un repos... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 TYLER GETS ME a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die. For a long time though, Tyler and I were best friends. People are always asking, did I know about Tyler Durden. The barrel of the gun pressed against the back of my throat, Tyler says "We really won't die." With my tongue I can feel the silencer holes we drilled into the barrel of the gun. Most of the noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases, and there's the tiny sonic boom a bullet... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 BOB'S BIG ARMS were closed around to hold me inside, and I was squeezed in the dark between Bob's new sweating tits that hang enormous, the way we think of God's as big. Going around the church basement full of men, each night we met: this is Art, this is Paul, this is Bob; Bob's big shoulders made me think of the horizon. Bob's thick blond hair was what you get when hair cream calls itself sculpting mousse, so thick and blond and the part is so straight. His arms wrapped around me, Bob's hand palms my head against the... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 YOU WAKE UP at Air Harbor International.Every takeoff and landing, when the plane banked too much to one side, I prayed for a crash. That moment cures my insomnia with narcolepsy when we might die helpless and packed human tobacco in the fuselage.This is how I met Tyler Durden.You wake up at O'Hare.You wake up at LaGuardia.You wake up at Logan.Tyler worked part-time as a movie projectionist. Because of his nature, Tyler could only work night jobs. If a projectionist called in sick, the union called Tyler.Some people are... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 THE SECURITY TASK force guy explained everything to me. Baggage handlers can ignore a ticking suitcase. The security task force guy, he called baggage handlers Throwers. Modern bombs don't tick. But a suitcase that vibrates, the baggage handlers, the Throwers, have to call the police. How I came to live with Tyler is because most airlines have this policy about vibrating baggage. My flight back from Dulles, I had everything in that one bag. When you travel a lot, you learn to pack the same for every trip. Six white shirts.... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 TWO SCREENS INTO my demo to Microsoft, I taste blood and have to start swallowing. My boss doesn't know the material, but he won't let me run the demo with a black eye and half my face swollen from the stitches inside my cheek. The stitches have come loose, and I can feel them with my tongue against the inside of my cheek. Picture snarled fishing line on the beach. I can picture them as the black stitches on a dog after it's been fixed, and I keep swallowing blood. My boss is making the presentation from my script, and... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 ONE MORNING, THERE'S the dead jellyfish of a used condom floating in the toilet.This is how Tyler meets Marla.I get up to take a leak, and there against the sort of cave paintings of dirt in the toilet bowl is this. You have to wonder, what do sperm think.This? This is the vaginal vault? What's happening here? All night long, I dreamed I was humping Marla Singer. Marla Singer smoking her cigarette. Marla Singer rolling her eyes. I wake up alone in my own bed, and the door to Tyler's room is closed. The door to Tyler's... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 TYLER'S SALIVA DID two jobs. The wet kiss on the back of my hand held the flakes of lye while they burned. That was the first job. The second was lye only burns when you combine it with water. Or saliva."This is a chemical burn," Tyler said, "and it will hurt more than you've ever been burned."You can use lye to open clogged drains.Close your eyes.A paste of lye and water can burn through an aluminum pan.A solution of lye and water will dissolve a wooden spoon.Combined with water, lye heats to over two hundred degrees,... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 IN SOUTH AMERICA, Land of Enchantment, we could be wading in a river where tiny fish will swim up Tyler's urethra. The fish have barbed spines that flare out and back so once they're up Tyler, the fish set up housekeeping and get ready to lay their eggs. In so many ways, how we spent Saturday night could be worse. "It could've been worse," Tyler says, "what we did with Marla's mother." I say, shut up. Tyler says, the French government could've taken us to an underground complex outside of Paris where not even surgeons but... [Lire la suite]
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02 mars 2004

Fight Club - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 MY BOSS STANDS too close to my desk with his little smile, his lips together and stretched thin, his crotch at my elbow. I look up from writing the cover letter for a recall campaign. These letters always begin the same way: "This notice is sent to you in accordance with the requirements of the National Motor Vehicle Safety Act. We have determined that a defect exists . . ." This week I ran the liability formula, and for once A times B times C equaled more than the cost of a recall. This week, it's the little plastic clip... [Lire la suite]
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