Today is fête des voisins in Europe. You're supposed to have a drink with your neighbours, make love with the lovely woman you sometimes see (or guess) naked behind a frosted glass, punch the face of the man who's listening to Jethro Tull at 3 am. But we can't do that here because it's a narrow street, a narrow yard, a quite dirty one, especially in this garbagemen strike day. So this was my fête des voisins, when I played badmington with these guys rue de Cléry, 2ème arrondissement.

Cette femme, après avoir traversé le désert de Mojave en Californie, fait boire sa monture dans le Rio Grande. This woman, after having crossed the Mojave desert in southern California, makes her mount drink in the Rio Grande.

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I started an architecture company since I'm not making a living with poetry yet. Here is the first contest we won with my partner Raymond Fukusoka, a japanese shoemaker who grew up in Alabama. The projet will take place in the city of Neuil (France), 158 inhabitants now, 5647 in a near future. We also plan to add the highway A76 exit plus an IKEA store on the top of the hill behind the church.

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If you want to listen to the radio program on France Culture, here it is: twenty minutes of madness textuelle and folly sonore (David Fenech & Gilles Weinzaepflen, Studio 168).

Demain jeudi 21 mai, à 00H10 sur France Culture, je lirai 5 poésies mises en musique et en son par David Fenech.

1. Dictaphone
2. Penser riche
3. Casserole
4. Mobilier contemporain
5. Sottie pour Pierre Boulez

Studio 168 (Aude Lavigne/Xavier De La Porte)

Caroline la tortue has a leash. Miss Rieber explains that she's now about 50 years old, older than her oldest children, who grew up playing with it. It is strange to think that such a small animal domestique can live such a long life. No rabbit, cochon d'Inde, cat, bird or dog can compete with la tortue called Caroline.



My mother is picking stones on the Rhine shore, 15 kilometers away from our home town. She wants to go back painting faces on them and asked me to choose the ones who have strange smiles, crooked faces, horned cranes. She found one alien amongst many others. In the seventies, she used to sell them in Strasbourg, from winstub to winstub.






I grew up in a forest called Tannenwald, a forest where there is no Tannen to be seen. It is gorgious in may, but which part of the nature world isn't beautiful in spring? Nature is not the opposite of culture, nature is the culture of nature, while culture is not the culture of culture.