Why Does The Clown Have A Smiley Face

Guy Goffette

We knew Guy Goffette great admirer of Verlaine, with two books he has devoted himself: Verlaine slate and rain (1996 - Folio) and the other Verlaine (Gallimard, 2006). Gold is discovered in the Tomb of Capricorn (Gallimard, 2009) a tribute to another poet, a great contemporary who lived and died in the discretion Paul Roux. And that's fine:

Glimpse , that's all he wanted steps that remain open in the heart of elegy, and like the cat, the
are against the glass, exhaust the clouds , find the vein of this unknown that goes into weaving the intermissions of the day and
the ebb and flow of blood to the poems
dawn after poems
seasons, road rustling and calm as a landscape underway.

... words underlined citing titles of Paul Roux himself. This is certainly the most striking of this book light and soft, nothing intimidating, warm instead prompt the poem - and serious, of course. Here because everything vibrates echoes of a great man, who never stop hitting the walls of the heart and mind:

His body goes before him alone and he looks without surprise or dismay,
along the corridors of the city and get lost,
with a sort of half smile, like the angel of porch that he no longer remembers.
It weighs just the weight of her silence.

Well that read, simply. By taking his time. And reread.

Jean-Marie Perret.

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Jacques Chessex


If the desire for whiteness envelops you
Without haste friend opens your door
At dawn you remember the arm breast
And it's snowing oh gift Snow
For any injury
Hedges heart
gradually softened by this embrace
And less noise less land
Your body is going to air
Your mind his only movement
For white speech without words
The certainty of being
As an unquenchable fire
Neither the white in you that dream

Jacques Chessex marked by his prose fiction, but his poetry is widely underestimated. It's a shame. While it has not sought to unify its numerous publications in verse, and lines may appear blurred. Admittedly, the language of his poetry is little different from that of his prose, and the ambition to realize the best of emotions Central seems simple. Nevertheless

. There is a well-modulated voice, a song sung strongly, as shown by the example cited here of the play, entitled A unquenchable fire extracted from all Nineteen snow published The desire in snow , Grasset, 2002.

- What do you on the edge of the snow?
- I can not hear the noise or
Who comes from my heart always tried to head back down
nothing

Admittedly poetry Vaud, outside of Switzerland, is the object of attention distracted .

The poet's death, unfortunately, makes us recollect.

" I am very open and secret ," noted Jacques Chessex, Self-Portrait in a joins his 'interviews' with Jerome Garcin (La Difference, 1979) ... ago in my being a quality significant reserve of darkness, ability to hide me, take my distance. Somehow I give myself the other I confine myself to my strengths, my nature and my pits with a sense of certainty and the voluptuousness of this certainty. This secrecy sometimes unbearable to me, but I can not help it, it is also due to my shyness ... I am deeply committed to the spiritual dimension and the absolute and the flesh ... The flesh is in the spirit, the spirit is in the flesh, there is no boundary there is no distinction between the prose-poem-flesh and spirit. The poem is not the spirit nor the flesh novel "...

See also the superb tribute at the time by J. Chessex, to one of his masters in literature Vaud, Charles Albert Cingria : http://archives.tsr.ch/player/personnalite-chessex4 (Télévision Suisse Romande, January 1968)

Jean-Marie Perret

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editions Obsidiane celebrate their 30 years of existence

In September 2008, at the crotch - of Dixmont town, near Villeneuve-sur-Yonne - François Boddaert met several poets then available among those he has supported and published.
few pictures here, due to Helen Perret and J.-M. to keep in memory.

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Bruno David Gregory

"Extending the laundry there,
in this space then looked
the world for the last time,
wander between the freshness and whiteness of
a pillowcase washed so that any blood
the friend had thought indelible
and other linen, other linens
become rags picked
like old newspapers:
the empire of dust!
And in the energy of such a circus, you
touch you so late, after thee so long
seen ... "

And on the same page 60, this echo, this spin-off (at each page the poem appears in ceteffet mirror):

"Feeling that was immensely
treated in the open air, to the point that we dare

even pretend to breathe -"

Traits union 2 The subtitle of the book, connects to Far from Cluj (Obsidian, 2004). It was then about friendship. Here is a book of love. Moving, more accurately, and love. A voice speaks of boxes, walls as one leaves, peel the past and simultaneously to build the echoes of a new home, a prayer book of the beloved. A book of wisdom also in grave doubt clinging to things, objects, through an alchemy of burning memories ...

Those who knew Gregory Bruno (and particularly in his reading public: it is a wonderful reader of his work) knew everything the depth of his poetry, beneath his lack of affectation. But here he will find his book as "perfect" in the homogeneity of music ever. The illustrations emphasize the perfection of Christian paintings Bonnefoy, photographed by Alberto Ricci.

Jean-Marie Perret

Gregory Bruno, The next day the world , paintings of Christian Bonnefoi highlights Editions, 2009 - ISBN 978-2-917029-06-0, 90 p, 15 € .