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Entre Havre-de-Paix et L’Avenir

« Entre Havre-de-Paix et L’Avenir est une histoire qui trace un itinéraire d’espaces habités, traitant des thèmes concernant le vernaculaire, le symbolique, le cérémonial, le sacré et le sentiment d’appartenance. Le livre inclut 20 images et textes inspirés par les endroits que j’ai vus et les conversations j’ai eues pendant une résidence de trois jours dans le centre du Québec. »

« Between Havre-de-Paix et L’Avenir is a story that traces an itinerary of inhabited spaces, dealing with themes concerning the vernacular, the symbolic, the ceremonial, the sacred and the sense of belonging. The book includes 20 images and texts inspired by the places I saw and the conversations I had during a three-day residency in central Quebec. » Wanderlust

Rawnessness

[Extrait] Je t’ai dit que j’irais peut-être voir Joe à Boston, finalement. Il n’est pas si loin d’ici. I am really worried about him. Not about you. I am not worried about you. But him, I am worried about. He is not doing well, you said. Il m’a dit qu’il avait marié une française. Es-tu allé à son mariage? There never was a wedding. He came home one morning saying he got married, and that was about it. It didn’t last very long. How did he get your number, anyway? Sur un site web. Il a payé une piasse pour l’avoir. Même les boites de Pandore sont cheap aujourd’hui.

[Excerpt] I told you that I would maybe see Joe in Boston, finally. It is not so far after all. “I am really worried about him. Not about you. I am not worried about you. But him, I am worried about. He is not doing well, you said.” He told me he had married a French woman. Did you go to their wedding? “There never was a wedding. He came home one morning saying he got married, and that was about it. It didn’t last very long. How did he get your number, anyway?” On a website. He paid a buck for it. Even Pandora’s boxes are cheap today.

Stay in Touch

[Extrait] En partant, tu as oublié ta brosse. J’ai enlevé tous les poils et les ai déposés dans un petit bol. Soigneusement, je les ai coupés en petits morceaux presque égaux. Plus tard, je les mangerai. Ils passeront dans mon corps et ressortiront intacts, mélangés à mes sucs et mes déchets. Ne t’inquiète pas, j’irai les porter sur ta tombe.

Un jour, je ne me lèverai plus. Au loin, à travers les murs étroits et minces de ma chambre, j’entendrai des gens prier pour le salut de mon âme déjà morte.

La prochaine fois que tu meurs, préviens-moi.

[Excerpt] When you left, you forgot your brush. I removed all the hair and put it in a small bowl. Carefully, I cut them into small pieces — almost equally. Later, I will eat them. They will pass into my body and leave intact, mixed with my juices and my waste. Do not worry, I’ll go wear them on your grave.

One day, I will not get up again. In the distance, through the narrow and thin walls of my room, I will hear people praying for the salvation of my already dead soul.

Next time you die, let me know.