Aphorisms of living death.
Fata Morgana| N° d'inventaire | 23701 |
| Format | 14 x 22 |
| Détails | 64 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Saint-Clement-de-Rivière, 2019 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782377920334 |
Is such a break enough to justify a word? Can a phrase be born from the simple rupture of a voice, or of a sentence? Nothing is less certain, and yet it is important to continue. However great the dismay of the living, however manifest their inability to understand not general death (they understand it quite well), but this death, it is nevertheless appropriate to resume speaking and to continue, as best we can, to name what offends. Such is the object of these aphorisms.
The aphorism is an outdated and vaguely haughty genre. A manner that, moreover, is not lacking in pretension: to delimit certainly, since such is the action promised by the word, but to delimit what? To plant boundaries, to build a wall, but against what invasions, what excesses? Quite quickly, the pretension crumbles. The arrogance is reversed. We then discover – this is ultimately the only event of these pages – that the most important thing is not in the uncertain and always adventurous definitions, but in the blank that follows them: this small void where every attempt resounds with what it lacks, and at the same time makes heard the bitter rustling of the absent.
Christian Doumet
Is such a break enough to justify a word? Can a phrase be born from the simple rupture of a voice, or of a sentence? Nothing is less certain, and yet it is important to continue. However great the dismay of the living, however manifest their inability to understand not general death (they understand it quite well), but this death, it is nevertheless appropriate to resume speaking and to continue, as best we can, to name what offends. Such is the object of these aphorisms.
The aphorism is an outdated and vaguely haughty genre. A manner that, moreover, is not lacking in pretension: to delimit certainly, since such is the action promised by the word, but to delimit what? To plant boundaries, to build a wall, but against what invasions, what excesses? Quite quickly, the pretension crumbles. The arrogance is reversed. We then discover – this is ultimately the only event of these pages – that the most important thing is not in the uncertain and always adventurous definitions, but in the blank that follows them: this small void where every attempt resounds with what it lacks, and at the same time makes heard the bitter rustling of the absent.
Christian Doumet