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banquet July 2, 1925: Discourses of John Royère

was cited maintefois the name of John Royer in these places. Saint-Pol-Roux regarded his "brother in poetry". It was, then a young director of the influential and contested Falange, the source of the request addressed to Jules Claretie claiming that the lady with the scythe was played at the French comedy - it was in 1909 - then he was, until the death of the old bard, an unfailing support. It will come back.

Royère memorable banquets attended both the 1909 and 1925. He served during the turbulent last stakeholder who paid homage to Saint-Pol-Roux. It seems that his speech was delivered - but was it understood? - Either the brawl rachildienne had not yet started, either because it was completed. Royère was also for him the respect of the surrealists André Breton and - did not he published the first poems of the latter in its Phalanx ? Their poetic roads, however, had been very open. The magazine, La Vie , had the good idea to reproduce the speech in its issue of September 15, 1925 ("Letters and Arts," p. 310), and as good ideas deserve to be repeated, back on stage eighty-five years later

Saint-Pol-Roux by Jean Royer

Historic Speech at the banquet offered in Saint-Pol-Roux Croft des Lilas .

If I started my PhD with a hello: What is the symbolism, you just take me a pedant at the Sorbonne! It does not define what is alive and twenty-five years we have buried thousands of embryos schools in the ashes of the phoenix!

Saint-Pol-Roux is both a symbol and personification Symbolism! To gauge its vitality, just look up what "young Nestor" (I take a hypotyposis Paul Fort!).

Symbolism is poetry! For forty years, she triumphs. It is sometimes said, "But where is the poetry? Where are the poets?" I answer. "Everywhere." Everything is now involved in poetry. Without waiving its benefits, we leave in terms of abstraction: We no longer say: The Science and Art, Thought and Image: the Concept and Feeling, and we do not even reiterate: the Spirit and Worldwide, the self and not-self; the Individual and the Crowd. We say: Life or Dream. Poetry is the place where the contradictions disappear.

This poetry large and smooth, wide and narrow, haughty and humble, human and panic, as I said Saint-Pol-Roux is the paragon. And you know you want me to say too much support this evidence.

Like the poet of the divine emphasis since:

Bigger than the sea is the word that names it! ...

The lyricism that overflowed in 1885, on the planet, was a verbal intoxication. Romanticism of Victor Hugo was rich in words, poor rounds, yet in poetry, are syntactic units. Tropes of Symbolism nascent redid the Divine Child - the word - in the language. What authority over souls that authority conferred on the verb! Innumerable laughter of the waves, or leaves of the forest ocean is an approximation of this emphasis, and I apply to Saint-Pol-Roux same hyperbole which he crowned Verlaine

He did not su, Paris, your pages appeared,

What the Hell and Heaven had set his hand,

And when Verlaine was going through its streets

Passed a forest in a human suit.

But I also like Saint-Pol-Roux sweetness and humility. If he speaks like a child, he is soft like the people he is caressing.

The Lady and the Faulx asked on our thirty years of kisses sacrent: we've all been Magnus. Who was it who could also challenge this masterpiece? His drama is like the lion that we see of his manor: he watches the ages!

Pads Procession is poetry in three dimensions. It contains infinite in parthenogenesis. She is the flower that sings in the stories: we hear everywhere we do not see anywhere. Humanity and Nature incantent them mutually. Do not they contain, these altars, The Rose and the Thorns the Way, that is to say, the two faces of happiness. They lead us to La Colombe at the Peacock by Raven, which is a way to drown love and death in the vast stellar. Finally they offer us the Extravaganza Internal and those are all of us. But where does the procession, when it topped altars? ... And what is that The Lady the Faulx ? If you want to know, not read the written work, but the life of Saint-Pol-Roux. It is like that of Mallarme's poem par excellence!

Royer