What Are Those Bumps On My Balls

Ghérasim 2010

"- Camera, look:

I have a French identity card,

I'm white, I'm black, I live

seven to seventy-seven years

but you do not recognize myself.

- Seventy-seven years

seventy seven years, then you meet Anubis,

your parents send their coffin in the Maghreb or Mashreq

,

and you will die here.

Seventy seven years

twenty-eight thousand one hundred and five days,

674,520 hours, 40,471,200

minutes

2,428,272,000 seconds

4856 544 000 potential breaths, and during these

4856544000 breaths potential

while the river of life through you between inspiration and expiration,

you think: "I am a native of the Republic"

and you have not read Ghérasim Luca

you do not know Ghérasim Luca.

- camera, look: I'm

amok, berserk, frantic,

4 billion breaths to burn.

You do not see me,

I run too fast, you do

not register.

I'm not a native of the Republic,

I'm not French,

I'm not Arab, I'm

no Israeli

I'm not Ghérasim Luca

I have no nation,

I have no flag,

I am not a herald

I'm not a poet, I'm

Amok, and my words

run faster than the breathing,

run faster than flags,

run faster than nations

run faster than Zion, the Umma, the Huma,

run run run

run run run

run run

run run run

"