The White Side

   Here is an illustration of what I call The Scriboic World, my universe, the world in which I evolve, I think, I write, I compose, in a word, here is in some lines "Neil’s World"   

   Let us point out initially the origins, the awakening of this world: rocked by painful nostalgia of Baudelaire, by the avant-garde genius of Rimbaud, I make a world where the master-word is freedom. Freedom to think and that of the expression of course, but also a freedom which is combined with the simplicity, a freedom which clings to the ankles of the dream, a freedom which intermingles around the spine with imagination, of odd, yes a freedom ready to express the unutterable truth and reality of an elated existence. An experiment of the feelings and emotions. 

   Consequently, inspired of the errances of Kerouac, of the meditations on the artistic calling of Rilke, I finally find my way with the junction of the thought of Hermann Hesse. My beginnings in the novel excite a search of the man who invites each one to consider the "fragile and wild beauty" of a free and creative spirit of his life. Here is the central topic, declined under several aspects. Poet in my flesh, the word quickly haunted me until becoming the center of a cosmogony where run alongside flashes of forms and mystical allegories. 

   As a writer or a magician of the words, I am in search of a knowledge, of a truth and consequently, I must be solved to seek an absolute rigorously. For that, I must go off the beaten tracks, take a step sideways to see the play of appearances and to finally understand this so single nudity for which I am thirsty. In my writings, I depict passion, joy, fear, sadness, love of one moment because this is here where the condition of the man is registered, this capacity of the free will in any circumstance, his humanity, his essence... All my books want to be an experiment of freedom, a ritual towards this harmony, an initiatory journey. To go at the end of his own loneliness, to meet nobody, to elude illusions there, then to return strong and accomplished, conscious of an invisible and universal world in which Men can evolve and grow, here is the wish, finally as a scribbler, whom I express on each white page. It is a meditation of the world which follows where the heart struggles in darkness, organizing an intense universe of perceptions little by little. 

   Anonymous prayer. "Without funny stuff". 

   The Scriboic World: a sensational architecture with the service of the worlds of invisible, words beyond form and thought. 

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The Dark Side

The dark side of the Scriboic World: potential and power, invisible. Here, no need to fight, nor resist. Explore the hidden kingdom of my universe, discover the dictatorship of an  image, the unreasoned charm of a word, of a lyric. Turn your glance toward thisgloomy star where energy exerts a force, where from nothing, the eye can rocks, where the imagination succumbs to the will of the author. In another language or the change of an instantaneous, the universe contains a great ans spooky army, blazing under the malignant moon... a breath raises it, another knocks it over.  

Put your finger on the "magic ball"   

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