As much as possible, I escape the chattering, absorbent ties of the world. I prefer the trees of the forest to the noise of cities; they render me invisible. Birds are not very talkative; they merely punctuate the sky. I listen to the waves rumble and sometimes bark as they crash against the breakwaters… Why speak, indeed, when everything already speaks in spoken words? Spoken language has emerged from the imagination; it is a matter of management and communication, and consequently, it lies. Society voraciously devours words that make noise. The reign of the quantity of words is the eternal present of spectacle, a programmed and often encouraged death. We have forgotten that all our passions could only be sensual; they should occupy the exceptional place. They make silence audible and guard secrets. If desire separates, the distance must be maintained so that speech, which is itself a distance, can be heard. Failing to symbolize—to make absence bearable—the addiction to transparency through an inflation of communication, it denies the chain of Time and its necessary markers. Our era builds nothing; it deconstructs speech, which becomes speech without words, speech without self-awareness. Conversely, poetry is like the sea: the dwelling place and the endless narration of a silence that is not silence. Publication: June 2, 2025 Order Press Release