Preparation Of Wet Yeast

And to think I almost missed it!

I must admit that I want to embrace the kind of Fnac (I like to imagine a man, do not ask me why) who has arranged the book by Dan Fante "Greetings from the big bartender" in my field of vision when, despite my recurring defamation on the sign of brutish pseudo-culture of my city, I wandered through idleness or ease between plasma screens and boxes mesmerizing "Succeeding as scrambled eggs a Head. "

At this stage of the circuit, taking in nets Fnac clever marketing, I was to find "really cool" Ceramic censers simmer 1000 recipes stews miniature listening to the latest album by Diam's: I know the fight against organized commercial lobotomy sometimes!

And then, moved by a remnant of an ideal literary , my eyes drifted to this book whose author was telling me something vaguely (but I confused with his father John, what a tart I do!), I bet today that I launched signals as powerful as the songs of sirens, something magnetic and unbearable at times, like when a guy puts you out to the buttocks.

This collection of poems is striking style, the texts are short, craggy, jagged edges while. The words are aligned in wobbly pyramids, cubes building ready to fall. It is a book about life of mediocrity, failure, death, love, alcohol, the sex, writing, nothing really new and yet every page I'm a slap or a sinking heart as desired. And I'm jealous and admiring both make me around by my reading with much enjoyment.

Dear Editor
[...]

The next time we meet

pignouf dear to subhuman publisher

and that I will submit a text

I might be jumping on your desktop and pressing the barrel of a gun

between your eyes apart

qu'on ait une conversation authentique

sur ce que je fais en tant qu'artiste

à savoir

me découper la bidoche et en recouvrir de morceaux saignants

la page afin que le premier venu

sous réserve d'être suffisamment ouvert ou intéressé pour connecter son esprit

with mine

could see inside my

heart
Believe it or not

my editor

heart

I did nothing to shake my latest collection of short stories

clashes with your program next year [...]

I can tell you: Read this book!

It would be too easy.

I like you encourage them to stroll at Fnac or elsewhere, hoping that like me, you see this divine rude that you will hand in the ass!