Le Rabot poète

The “plane poet” belongs to the series of " little uncomfortable reading poems." The reader must constantly move the mouse back and forth if she wants to "plan" the flat tinte that continually reforms in order to access reading the animation that plays before it. Which the text or the reader controls the other? Does not the ridiculousness or the game prevail over the literature? What do we read when zapping and action are thus compelled? But ultimately, planing the color of the water to return to the water into the animation, is it nothing else a rhetorical figure which the reader is the instrument? Then: immersion in the text or, conversely, the text is it immersed into the reader? Poetry of the device, of the relationship more than just writing: a text to see and read that is no longer thought as a set of words or in terms of image.