A sound poem for whelks. In 2 parts, the first one performed during the opening and the second one during the closing of the exhibition Un Continent chronophage at the gallery Le Praticable.

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In the first part I recited a sound poem to a bunch of whelks grouped in a bowl and then offered them to eat at the audience. In the second part I recited the rest of this sound poem to the empty shells of the same whelks.