vendredi 25 mai 2012

le Bateau Ivre fait encrage


Le poème d'Arthur Rimbaud
est en train d'être affiché
au pied de l'église de Saint Sulpice
 à raison de 20 lignes par colonne
 Le seul problème c'est qu'il faut le lire
à l'envers
 c'est à dire de la droite vers la gauche
 et je ne sais pas si l'intégralité du poème
pourra tenir sur la totalité du mur
qui séparait l'ancien séminaire
(devenu centre des impôts)
de la rue Férou
 Enfin ça fera un voyage littéraire
pour ceux qui iront de la Place au Jardin
(du Luxembourg)



1 commentaire:

  1. The Poetry Fair

    I suppose that both tradition and economics play a role
    in keeping the annual French Poetry Fair out of doors,
    in little white tents in the Square in front of Saint Sulpice.

    Tents that protect the exhibitors from the sun,
    should the sun come out from behind the clouds,
    and those same tents protect the poets
    and their books
    from the constant threat of precipitation

    One might refer to this event as a Poetry Market
    obviously the event could be held indoors
    that would likely cost more, but it would be drier

    upon these white tents set in rows
    before the Cathedral St. Sulpice
    it most certainly will rain
    pelting the poets and their books
    it always has and will

    Ah, and not unexpectedly many poems written during the poetry fair
    feature the element of water from above

    and it rained as well upon the antique book fair
    held the week before the poets materialize for their two day fair

    so, the weather has nothing, necessarily, against poets,
    only books perhaps

    and why I say books is because when the poets depart
    and the white tents are emptied of poetry books,
    the antique dealers move into the white tents with
    old brass candlesticks, battered muffin tins,
    ancient embroidered linens, and wood tennis rackets
    and the rain falls only on those who include books in their inventory

    some of those books may be old leather bound poems

    Perhaps a wet copy of the Bateau Ivre

    .....................................................................................


    p.s. Perhaps you know, and if you don't, Rimbaud wrote Le Bateau Ivre while sitting in a cafe on the Square St. Sulpice.

    Directly across from my apartment, located right off the square, is a large wall upon which is painted a gigantic version of the poem. Click this link to see more: http://promenadedunefleur.blogspot.fr/2012/05/le-bateau-ivre-fait-encrage.html

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