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Roland Nadaus poet surveyor

Followers of this blog know that Roland Nadaus is a poet and a poet who loves poetry and who loves Saint-Pol-Roux. They may know less than the force of that love. It is very great. I had the great pleasure to receive several months ago, one of his collections: The names of the city (journalistic poems) , published by the natal Sun in the collection "New Tower of Fire." The kind of confessed that compose texts, hybrid, unexpected, almost oxymoronic, "journalistic poems," what would surprise any reader little information on the talent of the author and polymorphic to report suspected compromise with the universal story this volume poetically strange. For Roland Nadaus was also a political activist, elected alderman and then mayor of Guyancourt, Yvelines and general counsel, a man deeply committed to his city and his department, he never ceased and continues to live as a poet. It would, moreover, misleading to divide the individual and to establish a boundary between his political and poetic action. This is reflected in this collection, The names of the city whose genesis is explained to us at the threshold

"I built a city I had the chance and the pain of childbirth , 30 years tricolor (not to mention before) - but this here is not what I said, I just want to say how and why Names city, my city: Guyancourt, "city of poets". [...]

impasses, alleys, driveways, malls, channels, closed squares, houses, ponds, islands, schools, colleges, recreation centers, streets, boulevards, avenues, squares, roundabouts have names: the Captain Nemo gymnasium at the Aviation of Jehan Poet Despert inventor of the " Yvelines" in the pond street Thomas Edison , passing by Carmen bench Célérier and Farm Bel Ebat and place Therese Martin (best known under the name of St. Therese of Lisieux), I gave names! [...]

Naming is almost divine power, I had a hundred and once that chance - and sometimes I did the same acrobat and clown nose red give name to the love, admiration, recognition, hope, witness, beauty - never cronyism. "

It would obviously be wrong to see an act there Memorial . It is above all a lyrical note of celebration, which has nothing to do with death or the simple duty of memory. "And when a box 'pub', says Roland Nadaus, writes St Pol Roux is the poet Saint-Pol-Roux she testifies." If a tribute to the unveiling of the plaque is actually made, it necessarily goes hand in a gesture of discount that makes the poet in the world, life, and to contemporaries of tomorrow.

Every "poem journalism" is the story of this gesture, a story at once intimate and public. Here

Rue Saint-Pol-Roux

I never knew this would happen when a minority, I proposed that a street named after Saint-Pol-Roux: I live there now - I live on my street poet .

Oh I had to tweak: With a name like Saint-Pol-Roux was suspect - even though his name was Vital Pierre-Paul Roux, what I explained to the municipality Communist 'then. Most importantly, the decision being taken to dedicate an area to the Resistance, I suggested that in some dédiât to poets: I was told no more than three!

The Stalinist Eluard and Aragon were already taken elsewhere and Berthold Brecht, I was entrusted with the task of finding the other three being understood that the kindergarten would obviously Comrade Elsa Triolet. Saint-Pol-Roux has not been tough - but the victim of occupation and war, killed his maid, her daughter Divine raped and later set fire to his mansion on the moors of Brittany. Saint-Pol-Roux has illuminated my adolescence, I met my wife, she read poems the Magnificent (1) to illustrate my lectures and we often came to dine together at Divine and his memories. He illuminates my life again - a poet and a man.

debt of gratitude, debt of parentage. We said yes without my having to explain that - and I added Marguerite Bervoets (2) , Belgian poet, enduring, beheaded with an ax Nazi 30. I was still said yes - and my street is mouth to mouth to his.

For the third I proposed Michel Manouchian - yes, that of the Red Displays, one of the Resistance of Immigrants (MOI) and they said yes again.

later became mayor, I mentioned his name at the monument the dead, a May 8 Someone then after the ceremony, came to me asking where was his street. I replied. But on the plan of the city street that does not exist. It disappeared or were never named - without telling me, that was when there was no public deliberation for that.

When I came to live rue Saint-Pol-Roux - that continues rue Marguerite Bervoets - a shadow on my shoulders has increased, that of Michel Manouchian. A real tough. A poet also true. And more sincere a Communist. What word was too much?

Suddenly I reread this text, I realize that I do not live in Saint-Pol-Roux - but Bervoets street!

(1) Saint-Pol-Roux said the Magnificent.

(2) Speak Bervouts.

Roland Nadaus made tangible mental geography. Without doubt he was, in Guyancourt, one of the few with his wife, to know the name of Saint-Pol-Roux, and having read it. Today, thanks to his enthusiasm, the silhouette of the Magnificent sometimes evoked the casual conversations at random: Excuse me, ma'am, I seek the Rue Saint-Pol-Roux. - Ah, Saint-Pol-Roux, a beautiful poet, is not it? - Well, sir, go straight and take the first left, you will then, inevitably, the Rue Saint-Pol-Roux. You'll recognize: she kisses him on the front street Marguerite Bervoets .

And I think, reading this beautiful book, beautiful simplicity and sincerity, that his sentence poet of our poet

" Surveyor in absolute terms, the art will now build the countries, countries participating in the single memory of the universe based on traditional, country kind of a cadastral survey initials of author, and the original countries where time is marked by the beating heart of the poet, where steam is made of his breath, where storms and spring will be her joys and sorrows with him, where the atmosphere will result from its fluid, where the waves express emotion, where the forces are the muscles of his energy and energy subdued, these countries, I say, the poet, in a pathetic, children's furniture to the public its unsolicited personal types. "

Magnificent year Roland Nadaus dear, dear poet surveyor.