A pseudo-pleiad of 600 self-proclaimed poets unknown except to their families are challenging Sylvain Tesson for the presidency of the Spring of Poets (March 9-25).
He would be too reactionary, not poetic enough... To these narrow-minded jokers, the writer has in a certain way responded in advance.
First in his book
Avec les fées
(Éditions des Equateurs), a half-maritime, half-terrestrial journey along the Atlantic coast between Galicia and Shetland, with the aim of finding the interstices where the marvelous still nestles today. .Two hundred pages where a poetry of words and situations constantly emerges.
In the last “Club Le Figaro culture” where I received him, surrounded by Eugénie Bastié and Vincent Trémolet de Villers, the author of A
summer with Rimbaud
(a work incontestably dedicated to a poet and co-published by the very unreactionary favorite radio of the 600 tessonophobic bards: France Inter) went even further: injecting poetry into a television show with each of his interventions.
Because just as this adventurer fleeing the ugliness of the contemporary techno-cybernetic world strives, during his travels, to put himself, like Novalis,
“in a state of poetry”,
he manages, through his suggestive language, his ability to drift out loud into a dream state, to immerse the viewer in the same state as him.
By listening to him, we ourselves are transported on this boat from which we do nothing other than admire the beauty of the Breton, English, Scottish or Irish promontories.
We are invited to visit churches with names as evocative as Notre-Dame des flocons, Notre-Dame-des-vagues or Notre-Dame-des-falaises.
Read alsoSylvain Tesson, poet at liberty in a confined era
We are encouraged to reread Byron, Hugo (who
“put korrigans in his alexandrines and elves in his
Contemplations
”
) or Aragon, whose poem
Brocéliande
was read and reread by Sylvain Tesson during his journey.
And of which he restores some of the most marvelous verses: “My Memory is a field without appoggiaturas/A carousel that turns with its knights/And the refrain that it grinds comes from the Arthur cycle”;
“Life is oats and the wind blows through it,” etc.
Aragon, this well-known reactionary poet…