They were likely to be asked to find a name for the collections that would become " Tel "and" Imaginary "Michel Butor proposed" Here and There "(" Here "for testing," There " for literature), Claude Roy thought of "Elita", "Prior" and "Voice" ... We kept the first "Words," a tribute to Prévert, preferring to finally , current 1976, "The Imaginary".
And what a collection! Already covers are distinguished by a sleek design, typography neat. Imagination of writers for an inventory concerns endless soap Ponge in the Blue Sky Battle, Absalom Absalom Faulkner to Inferno Strindberg. Research the meaning of words, phrases and assemble the structure of the text. Travel in the heart of thought, imagination, one that drives people into a corner and leads him to create and discover new horizons. Literature as a vast laboratory where all tests are allowed, even more explosive. The world of literature and its multiple labyrinths where everyone can get lost for the senses.
SOAP:
If I rub the hands, soap scum, jubilant ...
Plus it makes them complacent, flexible binder, ductile, the more he drools over her rage becomes large and pearly ... Magic stone! Plus he formed with air and water clusters explosive grape scented ... Water, air and soap overlap, play leapfrog, form combinations less chemical and physical, gymnastics, acrobatics ... Rhetorical? There is much to say about the soap.
Exactly what he tells himself until complete, depletion of the subject. That is the very purpose that suits me.
Francis Ponge, magician descriptions soap!
W OR MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD
"I'm not writing to say I will not say anything, I'm not writing to say that I have nothing to say. I'm writing: I write because we lived together, because I was one among them, a shadow among shadows, bodies near their bodies, because I write that they left their indelible mark in me and that the trace is writing: their memory died in writing, the writing is memory of their death and the affirmation of my life. "(Georges Perec , " W or the memory childhood " , Imagination, Gallimard Chapter VIII, pages 63-64)
INFERNO Strindberg
Inferno recounts his life-style of paranoid hell on earth. Born of a love ancillary, the writer believes to be sentenced to dementia by the very fact of coming to earth to die. Buying a shirt made him a glimpse of the shroud to come. During his self-analysis, he keeps "radioscopy" movements of his soul. His account traces the "visions" of a victim of successive syndromes persecution. Abandoning the literature, he devoted himself to chemistry and the transmutation of metals in order to get gold!
Strindberg lived the rage to write like that Van Gogh painting. His descriptions of Paris are those of an incandescent pedestrian who sees every hour a farewell to life. Among the revelers, he too feels disgust for life. People agonize with the way they pretend to forget death. The exile concedes nothing to the deception of false sentiment. "The disorder is freedom ..." On May 14, 1912, Strindberg proves the correctness of their introspection and died at sixty-three years after revealing the presence of carbon in sulfur. Question sulfur, it knew it.
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ABSALON ABSALON
"Or -perhaps it is not lack of courage, not cowardice, that refuses to face this disease located somewhere in the first origin of this frame of facts from which the soul captive, distilling its miasma , climbs ever skyward tumultuously and the sun, its veins and its trailer arteries tenuous and trapped and imprisoned in turn that spark, that dream which, while far from perfect spherical release reflects and reproduces (reproduced? created, reduced to a fragile evanescent iridescent globe) all the space and time and the mass of the earth, defeated the magma and noxious anonymous swarming all years during which time did not learn of the death benefit, but only to recreate, to repeat, and who died, vanished, disappeared : nothing - but is that true wisdom can understand that there is a would-could be more true than truth, from which the dreamer awakes not saying "Did I just dreaming?" but rather, acknowledging the power of heaven in person, asks: "Why did I awake, awake ever since more I get back to sleep? ""
William Faulkner Absalom Absalom!
Breathless, captivated by the energy, then knocked out by the striking force of a powerful writer!
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The Aleph Borges
"The Aleph will, I believe, as the collection of mature Borges storyteller. His previous stories, usually, neither plot nor characters. It is almost axiomatic presentations of an abstract situation which, if carried to extremes in any conceivable sense, appears dramatically.
News from The Aleph are less stiff, more concrete. Some Aspects of detective fiction, without, however, be more humane. All involve the fundamental element of symmetry, where I saw for myself the ultimate resort of the art of Borges. Thus, in the immortal: if it exists anywhere a source that provides water of immortality, it is also necessarily one that takes it away. And so on ...
Borges: inventor of metaphysical tale. I gladly return the favor in his proposed definition of theology: a variety of fantastic literature. His stories, which are also demonstrations, are as much a problem of anxious deadlock theology. "Roger Caillois
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The best sellers (beyond 60 000 ex.) Yourcenar . News eastern Georges Perec . W or the memory of Children Georges Perec . The Disappearance Jorge Luis Borges . The Aleph Paul Bowles . Tea in the Sahara Henri Michaux . Un barbare en Asie
Vincent Van Gogh . Lettres à son frère Théo Marguerite Duras . Le Vice-consul
William Burroughs . Le Festin nu Jean Genet . Querelle de Brest
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