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1981/1986
Period
of primary school where I am not done too much not noticed by my
teachers. All that touches with French matter, poetry, the social
sciences do not interest me too much (it takes me hours to find an idea
for my weekly draftings.). On the other hand, logic, mathematics whose
algebra fascinate me, I like to rake my brain. I also find a refuge in
the drawing in the famous yellow books "Calligraphe": my
predilection goes for the maps of the countries like for the rosettes of
all forms and my "diamonds" (I adore to color the
interior according to my mood). No known traces of unspecified written.
Also, every Tuesday evenings, I take courses of violin and
musical theory which give me the taste for the classical music, and a
training of the concentration and rigour.
1992/1995
Period
of high-school. Girls have just made their appearance in my
universe, I notice them that now. Discovered Contemplations of
Hugo. Very few novels which do not gain my interest because too
realistic according to mu point of view except certain works which make
me escape like Treasure Island by Stevenson and War of Worlds
by HG Wells. April & August 1992: travels to the United
States and Canada. The influence of the Anglo-Saxon world definitively
fascinates me, I like this faith where each one can build his own dream.
In parallel, I still continue to write poetry, especially that I found
an insatiable inspiration, woman, to which I dedicate an interest
without limits, very ideal but always in secrecy. I note all my texts in
a small book of school with
large squares which I entitle "a universe of feelings
and emotions". Meanwhile, I enormously take pleasure to play with the English
language, to read it, to write it, to listen to it (I ask my teachers to
translate the lyrics of the songs): my tastes move away little by little
from the French culture to cross the Atlantic Ocean in particular. Note
with informative matter: my teacher of philosophy acknowledges me (and
what a surprise!) that I am a "obscure pupil, an unrepentant
dreamer and who cannot write". 1996/1997
I
am always in english cursus but I become more and more a
"intermittent" of the university but, being a good student, I
go at the end of my course. Now, I stopped Spanish language in second
language and plunges me in the training of Japanese, in order to
reinforce and specify my taste for the Asian culture. I often have the
nose in my books or the head in the clouds by listening to my walkman (well
yes, there were tapes and not cds as today!), what is worth me several
nicknames like the "Cosmic", the "antisocial one",
the "dreamer"...October 1996: meets with a man who
will take the aspect later of the writer Max Dorier. Under this
strong friendship and with the assistance of another friend,
David, we form the group S.A.D a trio of idealists
which wants to remake the world, which wants to cross over the world,
which wants to learn everything. During
this intense time, my tastes and readings will take a higher dimension,
that of spirituality. Will rise from the readings with a particular
atmosphere such as The Monk by Gregory Lewis, Typhoon by
Conrad or The player by S.
Zweig: I seek not common adventures, or out of the commun run. It is
necessary that the hero is plunged in a specific universe such as the
character of Drogo in The desert of the Tartars by Buzatti. Also discovered astrology (I make birth charts with whom wish
it). With
my friends, the effervescence which animates us becomes very intense,
especially during the year 1997, and we have the imposing project to
leave around planet: all prepares far from the eyes and of the ears of
the external world, our "ceremonies" are night, we live
shifted, sometimes cut off.
1999
I
continue my studies to finish my university diploma in English of which
there remain to me two credits to be passed. What a slowness! I also
often accomplish travels to Paris: I benefit from it tonourish my tastes
being born and interested for painting being spread out over one period
active from end the 19th century until the end from Surrealism. I find
my French professor of my
first year of universityand he continues to influence the choice of my
readings: Conan Doyle with The lost world and
some works of Jules Verne of which Travels in the center of the
Earth and this small attractive story, the Eternal Adam. With
leaving these books, I discover myself the principal subject of my
research: the topic of initiation, in the broad sense, or how the man
"changes" for another, how he is able to be alienated or if it
is the world which surrounds him which changes him. This question of
initiation comes to be registered in me, like a law to be followed. My
writings, my ideas will be now turned towards this question. I
enormously try to grant myself moments of relaxation, calms, silence,
vacuum to read primarily then for my poetry – I want a new poetry, unique,in its entirety, a "elevated poetry"
too. In two months consecutive,
one of my texts is noticed at the time of the finale of a poetry contest
organized by the review "Visages du XXème siècle" and I
receive the 4th price - for the poem The twin - in the
section "Young Poets" with the poetry contest organized by the
Academic Society of Nantes and Loire-Atlantique. Following these results,
I start to take part in national contests of poetry and prepares there
an embryo of collection of poetries which I name Crimsons Palavers.
Concurrently to that, I maintenance always a
correspondence with my friend Max Dorier: our letters are tinted
by strong impressions because we are in the heart of the storm, we face
our illusions. This year, I
take the measurement of my relationship with the men, with the world of
Men. The question of the freedom (which becomes little by little my
ideological standard, if we can say thus) and of the integrity is more
than urgent. 2000
The
strangest year (here I am - and I have the impression - with half of a cycle...). Initially, having lost the desire and
the taste for professorship, I turn to a public trade, finally his
training: I carry out a
formation to become Agent of Commercial Stopover (a pompous title for
saying that I bump to the reception of the passengers in the airports).
In the letters with Max, I have this disproportionate will to be a
researcher, a "Warrior of Light". The words do not precede any
more, my 25 years then announce
a desire to make the things but it is difficult to demolish to self...
So, I plunge myself in books which resemble to me at this time, which
can help me in this research which pulls about me secretly: but, finally,
who am I? Which is this why? Why do I feel a shift? It is necessary to
me to understand: I try to interpret my dreams by noting them in a
notebook, I read Freud of which the small book On the dream which
learns to me much on the
function and nature from our dreams. I am also using of this pretext to
draw from my inspiration for my other texts, I read also Breton of which
fabulous Nadja and L’Amour
fou. To the exit of these readings, come to me (finally..) the
desire to be published and I get information about the advisabilities of
doing it myself, just to have a control on evrything. The idea to pass
in a great editor does not cross my mind at all as I felt so far from
this "mortal" universe. The world of the book appears
beautiful to me then, inaccessible, elistist. During the summer, I
discover a fantastic author, James Redfield and his The Celestine
Prophecy, a book I was adviced one year before when I
travelled to Morocco. I quickly become a follower of his thought, I read
all that refers to this single spirit which approaches mine and which
temporarily brings answers to my interrogations. Since one or two years
now, all my readings have these common denominators which are the dreams,
signs, the destiny and the capacity which one has on him, capacity of
the man to exceed his condition. At the end of October: stop of
the correspondence between Max and I. Then,the following month, occurs
a tragic event: my father died. Suddendly,
I feel a vaccum which I try to control by taking care of my brother and
my sister. I stop writing... but for how long?
2001
Year
of wavering between two waters. On the one hand, my prospects for
recruiting in an airline company are reduced considering the economic
context and the dismissals and other fusions that emerge. And I do not
have too much energy to fight, I do not manage any more to think, my
thoughts are confused, my relation with others evolves quickly, I become
lucid, my eye is done more critical. I try all the same to go up the
slope and decide to prepare (am I really convinced?) administrative
examss for the Secretary of State. During that time, my readings
are more precisely directed towards esoteric universe such as the
book of Rampa including The Third Eye and books of Bernard Werber
of which The book of the Voyage. I discover in Thanatonautes and
the Empire of the Angels an escape as for the subject from death,
of our report to the others, responsibility
that it results from this. From the summer, I decide to return towards readings which seem to me the
traditional ones, impossible to circumvent. Among them:
Mice and men by Steinbeck, Friday or Limbs of the
Pacific by Tournier (to which I write to give an account of my
enthusiasm). Perhaps I do not write any more poetry for the moment but I
continue to read some, to try to influence me by "shifted"
authors and I fall on The Songs from Maldoror by Lautréamont.
My readings come hell or high water to follow the same way, with walk
the same way, that of initiation,
the transformation, the change of state. Definitely, there cannot be
free chance: that I want it or not, signs draw up themselves in front of
me (such is my interpretation). I must surely have some to make, I have
a role to play in this. In the last quarter, Max and me let us decide to
compile all our letters of the previous years under a collection
which takes the name of Correspondence
of a Poet to a Madman. We have the claim that our letters carry
a message towards the young adults who enter the active life or those
which askthmselves tons of questions. We also wish to make share our
experiments, to show people how we consider the world, how we interpret
it, how we evolve in this mechanism.Series of
written photographs to underline a thirst for comprehension and a
future artistic engagement. We send the manuscript to less than 5
publishers. 2002
"Black
& white" year. Beginning of chaotic, disordered, black year
because my world collapses and my last "innocences" evaporate: my mother died. I endorse responsibilities for "confirmed" adults then. I do not
understand any more this existence, what a is his goal or why it baits
some thus against whereas others are preserved by it! Yes, why? I want
to understand more than all why and how of my incarnation. Great period
of reflexion where, fortunately, the author Hermann Hesse can calm my
fears, my anger and my doubts: I continue the reading of his work: Demian,
Narcisse & Golmund, Knulp, The Steppenwolf. At the same time, I have my first literary success (finally it is necessary to
relativize!) because we sign (at the end of April) for the publication
of the book Correspondance of a Poet to a Madman with
the Éditions des Écrivains, in Paris. The euphoria takes the top, the
claims are unslung and the plans on comet follow one another at very
great speed. I keep in secrecy a thought for my parents, asking to me
whether they would have been proud of me... There it is, we have a foot
in the world of the book and of the Letters, we enter by a small door, a
very small door. To us the warned councils, vain promises,
guarantees nonfounded. At the same time, I have the conviction
and the ultimate intuition that I must choose truly my literary
engagement. During the summer and thereafter, I discover and read two
phenomena of the literature, separated by nearly 50 years: the
trilogy of The Lord of the Rings by Mr Tolkien and the
childish and magic saga of Harry Potter by J.K.
Rowling. For the first one, I admire the style, the expansion of
the details, the capacity to create a universe, an almost real world
with his codes, his laws, his protagonists. And for the universe of the
little wizard now universally known, I like the inventiveness,
simplicity, the paramount quality which is the fact of
knowing to tell a history. I bring closer these two phenomena for
the passion which they always present. September:
travel in Majorca where my spirit knows a true rest, the things
return to me calmly. I also discover Walt Whitman and his Leaves of
Grass where poetry wants to be free, natural, singing. On my return,
at this point in time, comes to me the idea to return on one of my
short-story, the history of a boy, Mahel, which crosses time and the
life of people by insufflating on their premises the desire for carrying
out their most incredible dreams; I
begin the drafting of a plan and the sequence as for a movie picture.
The short-story will become something of larger, I am sure of it but I
don't care because I find the taste to write. November : I receive the
4th price with the Floral Games of the Cevennes (France), Free Poetry
section.We receive also the first specimens of the book Correspondance
of a Poet to a Madman. We are crazy of exultation, impatience.
Meet on December 31th with the sculptor Gérard Voisin in his Nantes
workshop. 2003
Year
of change, innovations, artistic experiments. I come back to my English
studies to finish and perfect my Bachelor of Arts: I have had the
impression to have missed of the world of Men for two years and to leave
a long torpor. Beginning of the year, we start with Max to involve us in
the obscure mysteries of an artistic life and take part in our first
radio and journalistic interviews. Then, we connect with the ceremonial
of any writer, the shows of the book. Meanwhile, participation in the
contest of scenario for
short-movies for the Lutins d’Or with Between Shade and Light, co-written
with Max Dorier. April: travel in the north of Italy (Milano,
Como, Verona and Venice). Definitely, the travels give new perceptions
and, on my return, I decide to completely change the history of my
"great short-story": it
will be my first novel, built like a movie to have very strong visual effects, very percussion. I oblige to write at
least 2 to 3 hours per day (the evening especially), that it is in week
or weekend. The music belongs to my environment to write, it influences
my writings, my mood, my universes. My work of writing becomes
disciplined, structural, cut out, with a personal methodology: to note
my literary and cinematographic influences related to my
history, to tell the subject of the book then the theory of the
book, to define the central kind and axes, to list ten dramatic nodes,
to outline the principal characters (physics, social, psychological and
their ideal) and finally, to cut out my sequences in several under-parts. I wish a simple, direct, intimate writing but in
which the reader can
recognize himself easily: reading of Terre des hommes and Vol
de nuit by St Exupery. May: setting online of Internet
site of the Poet and the Madman. During that time, the books
shows are an incredible source of emotions. That exulte to me the desire
for going towards the others. Alas - or perhaps not besides - we are
considered too young people, or in shift with our time. The book is the
subject of an UFO in the plethora of the books presented.
Some underline the fact that we are in search, in a personal
quest, that we are "spiritually very advanced"...Very well... but it does not have any effect or almost on the
state of our sales. What do the readers seek, people in general? They want to escape but not too far, nevertheless...I thus turn
over to the writing of my novel baptized MAHEL where I
keep like one of the principal characters that of the boy of my fallen
through "short-story”. I wonder about the various ways of
escaping, to know other horizons as drug in particular. Great period of
reading: Cocteau of which Les enfants terribles and Opium,
Naked Feast by W. Burroughs, Illuminations by Rimbaud,
Edgar Poe and his Tales of the Grotesque and the Arabesque. October
and November: publication of some poems in E-reviews (on Internet),
in particular La Revue Improbable, Anice-fiction and Artistasalfaix.
October 28: creation of the literary association and humanitarian
Alchemists of the Verb with
Max Dorier. Will quickly come to join us various authors such as Malick
Diarra, Michel Lecourt, Paul van Lerberghe in this new adventure.
Association is an initially arts person because it wishes to
gather various authors little known or not, published or on the way to
be it, by forming little by little an innovative movement, the
Alchiverbism. Lastly, it conceals a share of humanitarian because part
of the funds of the sales carried out by the books is subjected at
organizations fighting against illiteracy. I always continue the morning
(approximately 1 hour) and the evening (nearly 2 hours) to work on my
manuscript of MAHEL: the history lets me breathless, I
live the book of the interior, I adapt myself the characters, their
lives....I become God in my own universe.
2004
Year
of construction, the assertion. I decided to continue my English studies to make a master’s degree
because I wish to integrate the world of the drafting written in the
radios, magazines or daily press. January: setting online of Internet
site of association Alchemists of the Verb. Association changes
face and becomes edition-associative, which can from now on initially
publish writers on account of author; the originality remains however
that each author perceives the integrality of his sales, association
remaining only one intermediary to help him to make known himself. After what seems to me an eternity, I gather my last texts
- I finally start to find my style, my original approach of the words -
under a collection which I name...The Crimson Palavers:
here is thus a wish which is carried out in the light of the new
year. Not having found any editor to publish my poetry because it "does
not return in the stated leading line", I decide to pass through
the associative one to make her known, to give her body and life.
Development of a fanzine which draws his name from an extract of the
Correspondence book, the Scriboic Directory.
A semi-monthly fanzine
recalling the literary, philosophical, spiritual course of the Alchemists. It is also a place where the thought and the
alchiverbist movement develop his roots, and wishes to touch the greatest number
of people. March: coming out of the first number. My readings since the
beginning of the year: Ocean Mer by A. Baricco, always a little
Kerouac at which I stills find a real freshness, Poetries by Paul
Eluard. May: I receive the 3rd price with the poetry contest (Free Poetry section) of the Valley of
the Dordogne (France) -
Murat-Le-Quaire price - organized by association Henri Pourrat. June: I member of ADELF, a french
literary association and 3 poems are published in the E-review Anice-Fiction
and the french poetic review Florilèges. August
: travel in Italy, in the "Cinqueterre", south of Genova.
Summer readings : Le Procès by Kafka, The Devil and
Miss Prym by Coelho et The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.
2005 The true turning. January-February-March: publication with the Editions of The Alchemists of the Verb of my second collection of poetries, heading Transversal. A collection where my poetry starts to find its own way, declining the meaning, hidden, furtive. An adventure. I receive, at the beginning of March, the 4th price for the “price of poetry 2004 of the Academic Company of Nantes and Loire-Atlantique”, Free Poetry section. |
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In preparation ¤
a collection of short stories, sections of life taken on the sharp one:
a scientist mixes between the instinctive writing of Kerouac
and the first beer
mouthful of P.Delerm. Title: The Mental Bicycle and other
Chronicles. I try to develop an instantaneous writing, living, fast, poetic.
I take many notes in my small orange notebooks color "Paragraph". ¤ a new collection of poetry entitled temporarily Ars Magna. I have decided to come out, though it arrives, a collection of poetry at each beginning of calendar year, and this during my whole life. ¤ collaboration with the photographer David LEGER on a book about the topic "the road". Title: And if the Tortoises had Wings... ¤ development of the second volume of the “thomasian" trilogy
initiated with MAHEL. Provisional
title: Eye. |
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Here it is. That would be enough for today. We are on March 08h 2005. I’ll be back as soon as an event or notorious change appears in my universe...
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