Houellebecq - French Poetry
To exist, to perceive.
To exist, to perceive,
To be a sort of perceptive residue (if that can be said)
In the departure hall of Roissy Terminal 2D,
Waiting for a flight to Alicante
Where my life will continue
For a few more years
In the company of my little dog
And of joys (briefer and briefer)
And of a regular increase in suffering
In those years immediately preceding death.
"Too often people make their minds up in advance about Houellebecq, shunning him for being something he is not. If all there was to him was the shock-factor of a total nihilism, he’d hardly be worth talking about. Houellebecq’s brilliance lies both in the depth of his vision, and the coexistence in his work of extreme cynicism and yearning sincerity." - Rob Doyle, Irish Times
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