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give poets a voice !
in response to political, economic, climatic… conspiracy theories, patriarchy and other allegiances
everywhere, always, another feeling
Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold,
the great black wing of death
permeates the air, misery gnaws at our bones.
Why then do we not despair?
During the day, coming from the surrounding woods,
cherries blow summer into the city;
at night, the deep, transparent sky
sparkles with new galaxies.
And the miraculous approaches
so close to the dirty, ruined houses –
something that no one knows,
but which has remained intact in our hearts for centuries.
Anna Akhmatova, Poems ,1921
another vision
Is this the door to our dark end? you asked. No. We are in the inconceivable, but with dazzling landmarks.
René Char, Recherche de la base et du sommet, 1941
freedom.
Lullaby for the God of War
First
they cut
the umbilical cord
for natural reasons
Then
they cut
the foreskin
for reasons of hygiene
Finally
they cut
the tongue
for reasons of safety
Souad Labbize, I cross the Barbed Wire, 2019
Say yes to life and freedom, tear your wing off the castle’s portcullis if you must, and escape. From now on, refuse the bites on your arm and the chains on your name.
Béatrice Bonhomme, Proses écorchées au fil noir, 2020
living force,
Zeno Bianu, Ritual of Amplification of the World, 2016, narrated by Jacques Bonnaffé for the music of words !
Poem. Relentless. The only sufficient, fundamental and raw form. Impossible to reduce by those who assure us that there is no other choice, that we no longer have time to think, to feel, to pause. That we must grow up, resign ourselves and survive unhappily. COMBAT WITHOUT DELIVERANCE
Stéphane Bataillon, Against the Night, 2019
unfolded
(…)
sometimes
there is unease in the poem
of the non-quiet who finally worries
about what is said
of the undefined who finally ceases to close
the world to the sounds of a mouth
and then of the unreduced otherness finally of the other not assigned to oneself
(…)
Claude Ber, There are things that not, 2017
Exercises in joy
you have recently been seeking
to practise
gentleness
as a discipline
of combat
a charity to be done
to yourself
you, the beggar
of tiny joys
wrestled from distress
you say joys
because you don’t know
how to name
the moments when your heart
stops pounding
against your ribs
those moments of grace
when a shell protects you
from the cries
you hear
it’s close by
it’s everywhere
it’s every day
Louise Dupré, Exercises in joy, 2022
You ask for a ladder
you are given a cage
you ask for a ray of light
and stumble in the catacombs
you ask for the thread not the paw
the bird not the cage
the skin without the cream
love without the sound
eternity without thorns
the sequel without the score
Laure Cambau, The Eyes of the Fly, 2023
the faces of the driving forces
Anna Akhmatova Laure Cambau René Char Zeno Bianu Stéphane Bataillon Souad Labbize Louise Dupré Béatrice Bonhomme Claude Ber
