(French-Dutch, b.1998, London)

Audio-inflected Surrealist and bricoleuse, applying the act of listening to material memory in order to reconstruct a collage of alternative values.

To value a texture

akin to diaphanous relics

When the ear tells the eye where to look

A joy-noir erotic respecting our city of skins.

We coaxed up a land with our bones and our bruise

for a wild Mélusine to appear in the factory loos.

Mistaking her products for sins, I confess, in the mess:

your trash is my kin.

Pieces you leave me, my peace I give you,

look not on her sins but on the faith of your dearth

In your murky keep, our freedom sings:

Why protect us from all angst, piety?

We could make in joyful hope

for the loving of our stateless

Matter Geist.

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