Alongside the beginning of this series, “Birds” by Didier Clain was published in November 2020 by MF editions in the Sofia-Abeba Collection, followed by MZR.

A. The Major

Two excerpts from Book V (work in progress)

A trap without striking blows, yet with no real foundation other than being truly human in nature, genuinely conditions conflicts and wars weary of the most basic or rudimentary civility, preventable diseases, gangrene, and pandemics. Their sudden necessity might lead to a belief that someone or something should drink to the health of a few, or that a supposed bloodthirsty revolution ridding surplus life would solve every harmful solution in bountiful times. But let us not deceive ourselves. This trap is commonly accepted in an eminently ambivalent sense concerning distractions, ironically almost systematically turned exclusively inward, if not centripetal, whereas the world is notably made of infinite sets, while high schools and gyms do not empty, while high school disciplines and gymnastics pit a fictitiously fixed duality against each other; this trap is pure deconstruction, sport without analysis, and without the effort of synthesis, indeed a miss of our happiness in reality.

The perspective allows for the consideration or view of quantity as space, while space serves measurement, particularly in calculating profit… all else being equal. If one knows or admits that every result is, above all, primarily a thing that currently enjoys a kind of worship whose main objects are named present, interest, value, gratitude, merit, price, not to mention the art of gratuitousness, to the extent that the supposed legal and juridical presumption of fidelity in and by the image of accounts misleads, if not horrifies, and secondarily a revenge or rather the drawing of a revenge or even a reparation […]

B. The Minor

Excerpt from “Abstracting Ourselves” (2019)
Why is our joy timid? Globalized incompetence tends to economically, legally, and socially transform the world, as it is mostly governed by international and national organizations or institutions, into an ordinary hideousness whose conditions of existence, imperceptibly, annihilate or overwhelm the inherent joy of our being and decompose our power. Hence, we are obviously saddened.

We, who are fabulous, are likable. We, who are remarkable – and noticed – are joyful. Our daily life, neither good nor bad but energetic in nature, infinitely serves our culture which, haunted by the generality of our know-how, presently and properly diversified rather than unified, marginalizes us from politics.

Deprived of any lawfulness, prevented from living lawfully and obliged to live unlawfully, we, who are neither competent nor incompetent, we who are not leaders and never will be because we do not give orders and will not, we who do not make decisions for or in place of others, we who do not speak in the name of anyone, legal entities or individuals, we who opt for trials rather than proofs, we who are benevolent, marvelous, whimsical, and fantastic, seek to be capable and powerful. To abstract ourselves is our action, our only action that we can undertake. To abstract ourselves is our thought, sometimes obsessive, sometimes limited or determined.

Excerpt from “Whitewash” (work in progress)
Adam Vincent hesitated for a long time before finally expressing himself, perhaps because he was following an obviously visible imaginary diagonal that seemed illusory, at least each person may perhaps form their own opinion. He finally decided to speak first to an animal and then to several, notably insects, apparently flies, finally to beings equipped with languages equivalent to his own. After deciding to bring a lawsuit, first in the Labor Courts and then in Appeal because he had chosen to trust justice rendered in the name of the French people, he now has only one thing in mind: to discourage justice in his country, at the very least, to discourage resorting to it. He even wrote on the walls of social networks where he has an account: “I advise against French justice.” His father had warned him, perhaps because he already knew the judgment’s outcome: a good agreement is an amicable agreement, like the one proposed between the two rounds between the initial judgment rendered by the Labor Courts and the final decision to appeal by the opposing party for a few thousand euros. His former editor-in-chief had warned him: “A friend told me that during an action taken by an employee against his employer, it’s the first one who doesn’t sleep at night,” somewhat like when a creditor understands that they will never recover their claim or hears their debtor announce that they have no intention of repaying it. It is undoubtedly necessary to follow the order of things, to mix chronology and facts to allow everyone, humble fellow citizen, to form their own idea of the matter, failing their own justice. It will probably take several attempts to clarify something, indeed several things.