“It’s a mess”
	because life is not simple.
	I feel like doing any damn thing
	putting on a fashion show,
	dancing the tango,
	singing the blues,
	playing poker naked
	
	“It’s a mess”
	because  
	my mind is going to hell.
	My lists are all mixed up
	and I see “mess” everywhere
	
	“It’s a mess”
	because
	every day art becomes
	harder, more ego-centred
	more wicked
	
	“It’s a mess”
	because  
	apparently at the Fiac the prices
	were wacky,
	so it makes no sense.
	
	“It’s a mess”
	because  
	in the USSR in Stalin’s times,
	the artists
	were afraid of  
	contradicting the official art,  
	are we now heading
	towards the same thing?
	
	“It’s a mess”
	because  
	Filliou said  
	“Whatever you’re thinking
	think of something else
	whatever you’re doing  
	do something else”
	and that I replied
	stop playing at the
	Zen sage
	that doen’t mean anything
	
	“It’s a mess”
	with the inventories in catalogues raisonnés
	with the auction sales
	with interns at 400 euros
	
	“It’s a mess”
	with artists sick and tired of
	searching for something new
	that is no longer new
	
	“It’s a mess”
	I don’t understand  
	and why does Cloud send me messages
	every 10 minutes
	how many clouds are there?
	
	“It’s a mess”
	I mustn’t forget  
	to take with me
	computer, air book with mouse,
	photo appliances
	camera
	medication…
	
	“It’s a mess”
	my work list is over 50 pages long
	there are 20 sub-lists
	the studio
	the office  
	the shopping  
	the films
	
	“It’s a mess”
	the weapon manufacturers  
	love wars  
	the States love the economy
	the economy loves power
	the power loves art
	
	“It’s a mess”
	The rats in my cistern
	attacked Duchamp’s notes,
	did they do it on purpose?
	
	“It’s a mess”
	sometimes I can’t stop writing  
	sometimes I’m ashamed of every word I write
	sometimes…
	
	“It’s a mess”
	I like people to give me their opinion  
	but I don’t like people to make decisions on my behalf
	
	“It’s a mess”
	I have once again started to photograph
	the chewing gum in the street
	on the sidewalks  
	
	“It’s a mess”
	I have a problem with my braces
	one of them doesn’t work
	and it prevents me from thinking.
	
	“It’s a mess”
	in truth
	I am a small hothead trying to shock
	by signing any damn thing
	but that damn thing was already in the
	pouches of Dada and of Duchamp therefore I get 2/10
	on the other hand
	on the level of external policy and philosophy
	I request a higher note of 8/10 why?
	because I sincerely believe
	that I could prevent 80% of the conflicts
	in the world
	
	“It’s a mess”
	and if in Youri’s space
	in the middle of the room there was
	my low Ping Pong table  
	with moving objects  etc.
	and that everything was for sale?
	“It’s a mess”
	in truth the artists
	are all slaves
	who play at being free
	
	“It’s a mess”
	why?
	because in my head it’s an
	‘‘incredible mess’’
	
	“It’s a mess”
	after the Nouveau Réalisme
	after Fluxus
	it is the turn of the group Zéro
	to send the prices sky high
	
	“It’s a mess”
	especially when I think of the amount of gadgets
	cinema, sound, light, etc.
	that I bought  
	and that were never of any use
	and that I don’t throw away
	
	“It’s a mess”
	This morning I see myself as Lagerfeld
	I have designed three new dresses
	they will be a huge hit
	I can already imagine the show,
	something really new,
	they will all be jealous.
	
	“It’s a mess”
	Nothing works any more
	I have no more ideas
	I could fill the gallery 3 times over
	it would still be the same thing
	from the little ego
	
	“It’s a mess”
	but a mess does not seem very serious
	
	“It’s a mess”
	by dint of filing  
	I filed myself into a drawer
	and I can’t manage to get out
	
	Ben, 2016
	
	Translated in English by Ann Cremin