Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Gardone Bernardelli Kombinierte

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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