“I thought / saw a deer / from my / window / jean-talon corner / wasted / mouth full of herbs / looking light / without stress / no one / was watching it / wasn’t there / on Google”. The poems by Martin Laroche (not the actor) are printed on small cream cards, all different formats, cut by hand, with a golden staple to bind the longest ones. These little papers explode in your hands when you open the titled box ostia details, which contains them, and this tactile relationship makes the reader sensitive to the words which escape from them, in disorder. A more than nice fanzine, from Sisyphe productions, which can be found in certain bookstores.
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