It's my first review as a poet. I didn't know the name of the verses I made (arithmogrammatical) because I composed these 36 poems between 1994-1998 and found the verses process all alone, like a poetical ascese. It's always kind of stupid when a solitary quest leads you to a spot that other people already reached, without you to know them. It's like getting to a desert island after a shipwreck... But only half of the island is desert: the one you reached. The other side is a popular family resort.

This music video by Philippe Boisnard (the man who wrote the chronicle) features a song by the french poet Sylvain Courtoux, in his electro-cheap opera rock: 'Vie et mort d'un poète (de merde)'.