RDV devant les Halles de Schaerbeek
Bruxelles, ville d’atterrissage
se présente comme une victoire saugrenue
où Je, désormais femme nouvelle,
brille mais en cachette.
Elle, Mwijima et ZN cherchent un appart
coincées dans le même corps
avec leurs doubles, leurs triples et leurs potes
Une coloc à Schaerbeek
parce qu’à Ixelles les prix s’envolent.
- Injonge Karangwa, Faits Divers
He writes as naturally as he breathes; his anger finds its way into his pen, his love of life into his pen, his love of justice into his pen—uncompromising, lucid, and powerful. His poetry sustains him, and reading him sustains me. It's a journey into what I usually only glimpse from afar before returning home; it's a direct encounter with the world of the invisible, a street immersion, a immersion in discomfort, a immersion in humanity, a immersion in insurrection. I am filled with admiration, captivated by Jonathan's poetry, which, from its precariousness, manages to play with words, with language—a vast language. A language that allows us to see, to feel.
— Text: Laurence Vielle, on the writing of Jonathan Carrier
This bookleg might be a series of lectures on Brussels given by a guide with little regard for history, accuracy, or reality in general. It might also be a collection of reveries about the city, inspired by images, names, and statistics. Or a compilation of convoluted studies in the alchemical, even charlatan, sense of the word. Or dreamt memories. Or imaginary tales. Or historical chronicles preserved in lost manuscripts. Or a little of all of these at once.
Je veux des femmes enragées
qui mettent à sac des villes entières
je veux des succubes qui égorgent des rois
je veux plus de salopes et de mégères
Clémence en flammes, Rage & Velours

