Mots en mouvement /Words on the Move 2008

Traduction du poème "Carnets secrets d'Agathe Brisebois" de Patrick Coppens.
Translation of Patrick Coppens' poem "Carnets secrets d'Agathe Brisebois

Brian Campbell
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Secret Notebooks
of Agathe Brisebois

Patrick
Coppens


*****

I work for eternity,
in evanescence.

Space invades forms
mind intimates colors

…regarding colors,
those that fade
were not made to last.

Sleigh: words. Bells: chill.

Poetry puts in disorder
my forgotten memories.

*****

He asked me the time.
I refused.
At his befuddlement, I said:
worry not, it will come.

It was noon.
One day, I lived my life,
the next day, yours.
Then it was done.

"I think you are a poet
but you will never find the new,
that is to say, the essential,
except in contemplating your own naval."
(Max Jacob,
letter to Francois Gachot, May 7, 1926)


*****

Don't forget the photos,
us dancing in Sospel,
near Merlanson.

Summer love
a gooseberry in the head.

Mysteries breed
like rabbits. Hat!

"The assemblage of illusion and reality
in the same subject made him
the disturbing mirror of our interiority. "
(Bernard Noël,
Les peintres du désir, 1992)

I love abstraction
in the interstices of the real.

*****

Anonymity,
some days, weighs on me,
on others, hurts;
I welcome it all the same:
none can take that away from me.
But when I write, when I draw,
I am the Queen, adulated by my subjects.

Pleasing exhausts
those who do not love themselves enough.

*****

Style.
What can I do?

LUCK IS A PAINTING
BY WINNING NUMBERS



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