A Poet’s Motto

Some friends and I wrote for a literary magazine during the ordeal of classe préparatoire; teaching you to think of yourself as the elite of a nation (err..!?). Two of us initiated the project and a third member joined for the second edition. We printed them ourselves and attempted to sell them in the streets of our little town to dumbfounded passersby…

We all had really interesting noms de plume. Some of mine were: Regina Mezcal, Magdalena Bergman, Jane de Laze et Bettie Clotz… The multiplicity of identities of adolescence… TBCPoet's motto

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