"La désunion..."

La désunion n'est

que le mauvais profil

du répit

son poème commençait comme ça

Il se demande encore

si la vie est grave

si le désir se porte

à la boutonnière

si l'on met indéfiniment

des rustines à ses rêves. 

 

Jean-Pierre Georges

 

Disparition du cinéma

Je ne sais pas ce qui restera de moi dans cinquante ans. Probablement tous les films auront pris un coup de vieux terrible et le cinéma n’existera sans doute plus. J’estime que la disparition du cinéma aura lieu VERS L’AN 2020 et que dans cinquante ans environ il n’y aura plus que la télévision. Eh bien, si je peux avoir une ligne dans le Grand Dictionnaire universel du cinéma, j’en serai heureux.

Jean-Pierre Melville, en 1970

Toshes sur Selby

"To begin to define Selby's brilliance and power, you have to go back to the rhythms of Homer, Hesiod, and Sappho; back to the dark and light and beauty of Dante; and back to what lay beyond and beneath that sign on the Belt Parkway from which he took the title of his first novel. Everything that Herman Melville, that other great ex-seaman, and no stranger to Brooklyn, is held up to be in the pantheon of American literature, Hubert Selby, Jr., is. What Moby Dick was to Melville's century, Last Exit to Brooklyn is to ours, and between the two, Selby's is the better book. If that be called heresy, know that it be called so only by those of the same dead mind as they who allowed Melville to die unknown. There are only a few American writers who are in Selby's league, and in a wholly different way: Peter Matthiessen at his best; Philip Roth, maybe, when he takes off his yarmulke. And if you want to talk about living fucking legends, when it comes to writers, Selby is the only game in town. I mean, this guy should be wearing fucking laurel leaves and pulling down a million a year."                                                                        

Nick Toshes (parti le 20 octobre 2019)

 

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