Extraits des Versets de la Fureur de Robert Morse.

The Fury Verses
Church of the Savior Publish. Ltd., Missouri
First published : Fall 2197

There’s no plan says She
Who comes from the stars
The Devil’s got no plan
When he enters the maze
And he eats us alive 

There’s no plan She says
Who comes from the darkness
Your God’s got no plan
Neither to save you
Nor to help you fight It 

Run She yells
The maze is your Hell
Run in circles for it won’t matter
When He’ll come to get you

Run yells She
The maze is no Heaven
For there is no such above
But the silent void where stars die

There’s no plan She sighs
Who dies as the stars
Death’s got no plan
To collect you or me
‘Cause the Hell is your self
And I’ve met It already

R. Morse, Verse #24

Bleed, Brother
Let it flow
The Blood is our Savior’s
So let it flow from you

Bleed, my Brother
Bleed again
The Blood comes from within
As the Devil before it

Bleed, Sister
Let it flow
Let it rip your chest out
Let it tear you apart

Bleed, my Sister
Let it come
The Devil within you
Rises up from His Blood

R. Morse, Verse #66

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Know the Beast’s look at you
Know it for what it is
Know the Beast’s look at you
As It bends to catch you
Know the Beast’s look at you
Search Its eyes, Its compassion
Know the Beast within you
When It bends and It smiles
Feel the Beast’s breath on you
Feel Its love and Its care
Feel the Beast’s breath on you
If It bends to love you
Smell the Blood of your own
Who have sinned and perished
The Beast comes to wash you
As It washed them before

Know the Woman’s first look
As She tempts you with it
The Devil within her
Is the Beast she fights with
Know the Woman’s first kiss
For it’s your damnation
The Devil within her
Bends to kiss your own lips
Feel the Woman comin’
She won’t come at your Hand
She won’t love you neither
She’ll just feed you to It

For the Beast She had brought
The Woman come to you
For the Beast’s look at you
Is Her eyes when She bends
And you cannot survive
The Devil inside her
Nor will you rise after
The moment She’ll rip you

Kiss the Beast as It comes
And the Woman who smiles
For She knows how to talk
When It knows how to kill
Kiss the Woman’s pale lips
She won’t survive either
For the Beast within her
Is the Devil Itself

R. Morse, Verse #78

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RIPLEY(S) est une création.

RIPLEY(S) est à la fois analyse de film, projection (auto)fictionnelle, chronique et roman : un texte hybride qui ne répond pas à la question, de la poule ou de l’œuf — peut-être pour la bonne raison que l’œuf, ici, n’engendre pas la poule (mais sa chair).

RIPLEY(S) est chronologique et désynchronisé — c’est une somme de voix qui à partir d’un personnage, le déconstruisent ou sedéconstruisent, pour tenter d’en approcher unevérité / version.

RIPLEY(S) est un rendez-vous : une autopsie bimensuelle pour comprendre l’humain et dénicher le monstre qu’il abrite.

RIPLEY(S) est une femme(s).