Category Archives: Mitt Paté Agnès Pe

Mitt Paté #19 by Agnès Pe – I Hear a Symphony

Running around, wide-eyed, open circle-boingboing, we hang from a rubber belt. The world is a bad whisper. The Queen anthem, finally, here’s the version that should be played in every stadium. The motorgang argues over a quarter-pounder hamburger. Stomach moves, dub-step burbs, that’s how we pray nowadays. The merry-go-round dropped acid. My first Vespa. Rome is so great. When gypsies walk backwards they look like arabs disappearing in the rain. The real estate agent showed the bathroom and sang ‘Eye of the Tiger.’ You should have seen him move. But…

Mitt paté #9 conducted by Agnès Pe

Hang on. Today I read about a resurrected rockstar. In the old times he heard voices in his head. To suppress those voices he put on the TV set, two radio’s and two amplifiers feedbacking the guitar, full blast. At that moment it was silent in his head, and he could go to sleep. Of course you won’t hear silence in Agnès Mittpaté #9. You will hear the sound of colours exploding. I edited the playlist into something that looks like a long poem. My excuse to those involved. I…