Saturday, January 15, 2011

Difference Between Lease And Leave

"The sun The sun is the sun!" He was born 150 years ago Saint-Pol-Roux the Magnificent

is an important anniversary and we look forward to this year 2011, which we hope will circulate very widely the influence of Saint-Pol-Roux. Hexagonal in our borders, yet it begins badly. I had indeed thought, and naively announced that one hundred and fiftieth be included quite naturally, beautiful place, among national celebrations of the new year. What was my disappointment - proportional to the original enthusiasm - to discover while leafing through the booklet said that the Magnificent celebrations has not captured the interest of the High Committee! Just give him Is there some strange lines in the bazaar "other anniversaries reported," where he meets Robin Cioran and Armand, which deserved better, Emile Henriot, Andre Roussin, Alfred Binet, and events of importance equalized , like the invention of the pedal by Pierre and Ernest Michaux, the adoption of Greenwich by France, the first rally in Monte Carlo, creating Now by Gilbert Becaud, the inauguration of the South Terminal Orly and de Gaulle's first concert at the Olympia Johnny Halliday. We appreciate this concern variety. Obviously, when birthdays were each identified as key presenter their pens, records of 27 "reported more birthdays" are the work of three authors, which we can legitimately assume that they were difficult to control such a variety of topics. He only read the three paragraphs devoted to Saint-Pol-Roux to be convinced. Give a reading tour:
"Forty years in the nineteenth, forty in the twentieth, the terrestrial life of Saint-Pol-Roux is exactly balanced on a knife that is the dawn of our century": observation of Andre Pieyre Mandiargues on one of Mallarmé called her son does not understand what Symbolist poet, also celebrated by the Surrealists as a precursor.
First note: the quotation from Mandiargues, taken from his preface to Treasury Human (Rougerie, 1970), and often reproduced, especially by Gerard Mace in his record "Saint-Pol-Roux" from the Encyclopedia Universalis , never seemed to say something other than the finding of a biographical reality. So it seems inappropriate to criticize his failure, especially as this criticism is accompanied by a flatter paraphrase the following text to Mandiargues: "So she joins the symbolism forms the most recent literature ". Is it not in fact remember the companionship of the Symbolist poet than advancing too famous, and uncertain historical reality, periphrasis: "the one that Mallarme called his son"? And do not you remember its role as a harbinger of the "newer forms of literature" to clarify that - another cliché, the more essential, however - it was "also celebrated by the Surrealists as a precursor? In short, this is not the first paragraph that will help us "to [better] understand what Symbolist poet." The next, perhaps?
Born near Marseille Saint-Henri, Pierre-Paul Roux wins Paris in 1882 and publishes three volumes of prose poems between 1893 and 1907. His "ideorealism" seeks to show that man does not live in the forest of symbols evoked by Baudelaire, but in the middle of opposites that he must try to unite.
After reading those lines, it will be understood that the number of characters per record was previously restricted and very limited. This explains, perhaps, the shortcut literature which only retains the poetic prose, does not mention the title of overall Pads Procession , and omits any cons volume consistency. For, if Saint-Pol-Roux publishes indeed a first volume of Reposoir in 1893, he resumed the title for a new series that will include three collections, designed as open trilogy: Rose and thorns of the Way (1901), From Colombia to the Peacock by Raven (1904), internal Extravaganza (1907). So there was not three but four "volumes of prose poems between 1893 and 1907. As for the next sentence, which opposes our poet Baudelaire, is it necessary to comment on the stupidity? No, does not it? Turning rather to the final paragraph.
Refusing to publish almost all his writings after 1907 because the ink "breathes death," he advocates a return to oral with The Synthesis legendary which, in 1926, is said by 250 outdoor reciters. If it feels like to "discover the truth of the world "in his mansion Camaret Breton, German soldiers killed his housekeeper and seriously injured June 24, 1940. He died Oct. 18, to greet the old champion of human love, "poet murdered," Vercors dedicate The Silence of the Sea .
New error, even borrowed the legend: if the Magnificent did not publish most of the major works after 1907, lack of money and publisher. Quickly point out, for the record, in 1914, was scheduled the publication in several volumes of his complete dramatic work under the general title of Tragic in Man ; in 1925, had published two new volumes of Repository of Procession , Idéoréalités and Glorification. As for the Synthesis legendary, its title, The Litany of the Sea, synthesis legendary fishermen Camaret , representation did not take place in 1926 but June 12, 1927, at the inauguration of the monument sailors died for their country, on the Pointe Saint-Mathieu. I think we could mention, among the works of that period, Répoétique , which was the major project of Saint-Pol-Roux, whose Litany of the Sea are an amazing event, it would have been the occasion to salute the editor René Rougerie, who died last year, which made available many unpublished essential. Note now, without stopping long, the other oddity, grammar, which assumes a funny logical connection between the fact that Saint-Pol-Roux could "discover the truth of the world" to the crime and Camaret Nazi soldiers: implication of Proposition 2 by Proposition 1, opposition of Proposition 2 to Proposition 1? neither of the two possibilities satisfies our reason. Finally, this taste of another contortion biography involves of Nazi soldiers on June 24 when the crime was perpetrated by a single soldier, and when the Magnificent died, not of violence there, real, and which touched Divine - forgotten here - but an attack of uremia declared a few days after the sacking of his mansion. And I'll stop there, even if there would be more to say about the "old champion of human love." And I summarize: the author of the record - I refuse to believe that there will be three to write - obviously, did not know Saint-Pol-Roux, his work less yet, but knows surf the internet, which allows to remonstrate with Andre Pieyre of Mandiargues.

It should be clear that I believe this small concession to the hundred-fiftieth anniversary of Saint-Pol-Roux, birthday "whose reputation is perhaps a little less" than that of anniversaries celebrated nationally, and completely inadequate unworthy. And the reference to the index of " Roux (Jean-Pierre ," said Saint-Pol-Roux) "reinforces my decision. How does preferred celebration we invite? At the tercentenary of Boileau, the legislature of poetry. I shall be pardoned, or we will not forgive me, to reduce it to the Art of Poetry but Boileau Roger Zuber to defend effectively, then, is how the perceived Saint-Pol-Roux, a father of the modern critic who does not understand. Let us recall the Air trombone :
Son of Boileau, husband of Human Stupidity, see the future master born with a big zero for skull perched on the largest zero of the belly then watch the homeless so that the infant newly hatched displays to form the beautiful, taking the hornet and the bee for the mule to the standard, ie that the raven or the dove and the cradle falls, confounding the blonde with the brown and the sun with the moon, then you quickly conclude that such signs will also signal some bloody fools, cutter and maker of award of angels in turn, one of the architects brief upside down so that know destroy up to build, such as worms and vultures.
Why can not I help but consider the preference of Boileau cons Saint-Pol-Roux, reason cons imagination, as a sign of our times?

the day, however, is not bitterness. Certainly, events in France will probably not live up to the event beautiful. Certainly must have forgotten that Marseille was the birthplace of this great poet radiant that he never, even in the best hours of his exile in Brittany, did not forget. But I could be wrong. But let us rejoice, for others, with means which are those of excitement, travel to Saint-Pol-Roux tribute institutionally we seem to want to refuse. An exhibition, already announced. In France? No. Germany. At the university library of Bayreuth. And it will open its doors to the public this Monday, January 17 to do that close on March 31. Joachim Schultz, who translated several works by the poet from the publisher Rolf A. Burkart, invites us to discover "Saint-Pol-Roux and his world."


And, as I do not want to miss this day without celebration, too, poetry solar Saint-Pol-Roux, behold, better than any gloss, an unpublished poem the Magnificent.
L A V Ague
(St. Henry, 1882-1884)
To Alex [is] Tarquis
Through the sheep that Lazarus Dog gathers around tamarisk and purslane Mourepiane, my Youth down to the classical Wed

I will bathe my double clay man and son of a potter.

Right opening on the foam, I see, from the distance of time and country to my bare flesh, as a sort of smile at midlife clear azure.

Now this is a vague smile ensafranée by the sun flowed from the mountains of farigoule.

Everything seems motionless, except that the sun rises and the miracle that comes forward.

On the rock a galleon its luster angel wings and my grandfather in his country house certainly prepared, unconscious, frankincense, myrrh and gold.

Someone is born, it seems.

In its pace towards me smile grows and multiplies diaphanous to move it among the blue side which cracks all in smiles minimal.

The sea of joy is growing Latin Greek.

And the Gulf is more than a stanza innumerable.

The truth is, approaching a wave ... the eternal wave of waves ... the Wave of God in the soul which I find the radius kept the hair of Aphrodite emerging before the hearts flourished in the world.

suddenly Invaded by the mass and admirable when I enter into a diamond belly, I feel both faint and be reborn, because here I am, by a sacred fury, immediately rejected, wailing on an issue of kelp.

A poet was born!

far already, the wave would hymnal on other banks to create other enthusiasms.

It was a morning baptism and the surf whispering dragees sheer panic on Favouille.

St. Henry
(Note Youth)

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