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Change blog content - from 15 June 2009 and until June 1, 2010.
I must apologize to those who were here the texts of varied tone, but the creation of a website dedicated to Mireille Sorgue, and the spirit that prevails, led me write (Multiple citations in support) a long column in which fans of The Lover Letters to discover the story of a grabbing - literary and spiritual - and thus, the circumstances that led me to end publication of this correspondence I was the dedicatee. However, from chapter to chapter, take shape the figure of a "little sister" which, with the powers that gives him his status entitled heritage, is committed to ... exist, to flout the expressed wishes of the One whose glory it is to serve the memory. "Sole heir" of all the writings of Mireille Sorgue according to his will repeatedly stated in the letters I received from her during the last five years of his life, I felt obliged to testify to what was since his death.

Thus, from June 2009 to June 2010, this blog caters more than the chronicle of abstraction.

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Aside from 'Mireille sorgue "

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XVII - another word

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This column ends, I could dedicate to all those wishing to serve with dignity the memory of a creator, clashed survivors of raptors and obtuse. But writing these pages, I kept thinking of having a humble and tender of Michele Letters , classmate Mirella in philosophy class, to whom I pay tribute, as she understood, loved, sister of election - as evidenced by these excerpts from letters I received - after , or to whom I could say it was "my shared memory."

"Today I read overflow Time ¹ because of a verse that arises every time I think of you:" I was so close to you that I 't cold near the others. " I know enough to be there for you continue to live? I wish with all my strength ... "

" When you tell me about your pain, it's mine too ... Do you speak it, I ask you. Later maybe I can talk about strength and courage.

"When you do feel more strength to continue, you say that I am also like you to give up. "

" I felt the need to feel closer to those who loved Mireille like to keep it still. "

"If I just sometimes worry, this is certainly not to forget, but no longer able to speak in terms Authentic 2, of that that opened its door with a name full of tenderness and love which I read in the gesture or glance. "

This column brought me two letters. Women. (They authors write more readily than men.) In the first, it surprised me, so reluctant to use the I in my writings, I have broken my reserve. It is true that had not yet read Chapter X ("The Will") where we see a being who has the foresight to a premature end, forcefully prescribing its duties to the survivor (ignoring, unforgivable mistake, his own kin) :

" Fidelity is a way to live someone to say - not only the physical fidelity, but respect his wishes guessed, their accomplishment [... ] If you lost myself, I took refuge in you, and I'd ask you to revive me, that we extend as if nothing had changed [...] " (October 23, 1963)

" Respect his wishes guessed." If I can not claim to have always guessed what she would have liked, I at least fairly busy, well-read enough to know what would have put in revulsion and rage. Also, for more than twenty years, I have sent to "women" and to the rightful owner who took title to their home with a memory, several hundred pages indignant. In vain, I said I was dead speak, and I knew if, after so many years, she would not have changed his mind?

opened a site in order to "contribute to the influence of the work. "

Having understood from the earliest contributions, what was it shamelessly deploy the silliness, a presumption that is not afraid of ridicule, a good conscience foolproof, and that we would efforts to domesticate a figure which had, to what degree, asserted, imposed in short, intrinsically poor, this site would furthermore mean, given the aversion and ostracism of his host,

I saw no recourse but to use similar means to finally reveal what it was, without fear of contradiction.

I agree: loyalty is a virtue fallen into disuse. So I wrong to think that time does not allow the survivors to deal with "accommodation" even though the latter provisions were made in definitive terms.

And then, suppose I believe founded the password Diderot taken by Cocteau: "There is no love, there are only proofs of love. "

I wrote this column in mind readers who, for lack of lighting according to the facts, had not taken the full measure of this "considerable bandwidth . So I received the following lines with the feeling that my successive restatements were not superfluous:

"I do not know when will end your column, but I already know that I can no longer read the letters the same eye, equipped with keys that you have provided us I am now slower, more careful, as if I deciphered line by line what you Mireille wrote, weighing every word, scrutinizing the interlining.

"Because it seems to me the better known, more deeply, I will be more sensitive to the perpetual alternation over days, its joys, its malaise, its confusions; of What have increased sympathy for her, and as vigilant as we would like the continually happy.

"Similarly, I could not reopen The Lover without receiving between these texts and extracts of letters that you give us, a whole set of matches as if they were justified each other, confirming that it was a good , whatever she writes, and so similar to that you talk!

"I had no idea until now what difficulties she met to be fully herself, she knew the heartbreak to have to in order to achieve this, those that oppose 'she loved. Over his face grows, becomes clearer, it becomes more engaging, so to read, it was a sort of contentment: "That it was therefore worthy love! "A dull rage, dejection, mingled with the pleasure of the mind:" How can we love so badly, then disappeared in his lifetime, a daughter, a sister like that? And what a mess for a work which, whatever she has sometimes said she wanted to stay! ""

Shall I say that group by themes extracts of his correspondence, I saw myself painting with a renewed radiance, renewed vigor, a personality which, to quote a remark of Saint-John Perse: "... united, honor to be, the sovereignty of love! "

nature is expansive, enthusiastic, it was, from childhood, eager to live. Up before dawn for a taste of beginnings and a sense of privilege, she greets during his morning walks in the countryside, the rain soaked ferns and morels, jay and the snake, she comes to terms with all four elements and first with the wind - which she said mad.

Similarly, early as it manifests its rejection of social conventions, family, and it behaves in person who, having to do, can not dissipate in vain, languishing in occupations, the time allotted to him.

Outraged by injustice, stupidity, malice, and jealousy that the student, the student had to suffer too bright - so she did nothing to deserve the kindness of his masters - his contempt for teachers disappointing, unworthy of teaching, could go to insolence.

His father had instilled exemplary, it will make this virtue, without any ostentation, the basis for its actions. Vanity it is, remains unknown, describing the self-defeating to the satisfaction soon. If a noble pride ... leads the student anxious not to disappoint those who put their trust in it, it falls to the "glory" within the meaning of the seventeenth century, all being of good race had to acquire and preserve.

It goes without saying that the mix of lively self-esteem and humility does not leave her when she writes. Thus we see the judge with extreme severity of its pages yesterday. (Actually, the word 'extreme defines in all circumstances, and he agrees with his fascination for the avowed limits, even putting his life at risk.)

If the reader of the chronicle has been observed, at Mireille, these traits, I am less sure that he detected the scale, the ingenuity of his generosity. "It's not a girl, wrote her mother is a Saint Bernard. It was not nineteen years, and the hours she spent in service to others would have a total honor in an ordinary life as an adult. I fear that we did very badly brought up. "

She had to defend the encroachment of the family, but never ceased to speculate how far, even an unreasonable price, would be most appreciated by everyone.

Lacking time to work, it was to rescue a comrade in the effort. A student absent from a course, the prays there to lend his notes? Scrupulous in-born, she spent several hours at the copy to which are perfectly readable and understandable to the reader. (No doubt she will be a few months before his death, a revolt against the student model, conform to the wishes of everyone, but subversion will fizzle.)

As for his graciousness, his amiability, his intelligence of the heart, its mother wrote me that they did exclaim over and over until his death: "Ah! Mireille's smile! "

abridge But, my point rotating at a hagiography that she had not tasted. And we know that the real may not be likely.

Thus ends this column that I did not intentionally write: Mireille Sorgue site has just been created, it seemed, from reading the biography (see Chapter I the Golden Legend) it can not be intrinsically poor, even ridiculous (or, in other words: "so insignificant that it deserves to be ridiculed). It was therefore important to address them, which I did, with the constant desire to return to basics.

1. Series poems by Paul Eluard composed after the death of Nush, his companion.

*** * * 2. One would like to find such qualms in which the has known her twenty years ...!

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Not having been "cleared", even tacitly, by the little sister to see in the writings Mireille Sorgue, accents of St. John of the Cross or Teresa of Avila - mystical did it, to my knowledge, no read (IX cf.chapitre the difficulty of being ), I Suffice to state, for future work of scholars, authors, works, who, to some degree, required.

In a book dating back to adolescence, there is, copied with the application, parts of Nerval, Verlaine, Apollinaire, Jammes ... Musset is present with "May Night", with Rimbaud fifteen pieces. Also included Mercatio's tirade on Mab, the Fairy Queen, Romeo and Juliet in , prayer of Iphigenia by Euripides and Racine, passages Claudine at school and Sido .

poet Aragon, honor around 1962, will not soon be little place in the pantheon of literary student. It's that time of "substantial allies" came, including, for the twentieth century, Proust and Saint-John Perse, Rilke, Eluard, Char and Giraudoux, Bachelard and Milosz, Apollinaire and Garcia Lorca which we have, English, the complete works. Without omit Letters of Heloise, the Claudel of the five great odes and Sharing noon, the Camus of The Stranger and The Plague, from the Ramuz Derborence .

Mireille taking an author must be approached with an open mind, for his work, his library was low in critical works. I only remember a volume of Jean-Pierre Richard: Eleven studies on modern poetry and venerated Journal of and Approximations Charles Du Bos, where criticism is created.

However, it rubbed abundant collections of poets. Pell-mell Sceve Maurice and Catherine Pozzi, Yves Bonnefoy and Jean Follain, Pierre-Jean Jouve and Jean-Paul Dadelsen the Carnac of Guillevic and Cantos of Ezra Pound, Mary Christmas and a collection of poems troubadours.

Louise Labe was among those poets of place. Mireille decides at the end of 1963, to inform his classmates the figure and work of "the beautiful Cordière" she admired. She would ask one of his teachers for permission to cut a presentation by reading many poems, which is granted. There are still thirty pages of booklet. Among the last lines: "It's mainly a matter of liberating [...] the extent that voice shouted what most can not or dare not say, since it delivers the lovers of their dumbness.

" can not be understood to support the work of fervent that Eluard by his "Story of the power of love":

'Men, women, delirious love,

aloud scream I love you

say what you feel, above all constraints, you will not regret it,

You do not have another opportunity to be sincere. " "

(What was claiming for itself the freedom to speak of love freely.)

Although she later agreed to make a presentation on the theme of Narcissus in Valery, it seems to me that his esteem for the poet Charmes stopped short of reverence, but it would at once sure its popular prose poetic, while unprecedented, the alphabet and Poetry lost, and especially his love poems Corona and Coronilla . Also was not it not a big reader of Gide, Mauriac, Céline, Giono even if that was his fiefdom Provence election.

It is true that the authors in the program, once one wanted to take a direct and wide, enough to fill the hours spent reading.

I said in "The difficulty of being " (Chapter IX) that were in his later years, his temptation to dispense with the rational, reasonable ..., that of bypass terminals that society assigns us. As if she was looking in the literary, the predecessors of the guarantors, we see so very attracted to esoteric mysticism. She reads with restraint Nerval, Andre de Richaud, she copied "the kiss of heavenly love" of the German Baroque poet, prophet and visionary, Quirinus Kuhlmann. Fascinated by the Cathar religion of the Perfect, it follows, in 1964-1965, the ethnography course Occitan Rene Nelli, and returns, each of them in a state of great excitement.

Malraux is worth eroticism. It is also his feeling. If it ignores the Restif Brittany Sade and it would have seemed too rude, repetitive and devoid of poetry (but the ruins of his castle in Lacoste, have chosen), it delights the chaff of M. Butterfly Lasphrise and what are the images of erotic poems Lou , Apollinaire, she chose to study in his memory. Death prevented him from working there, but the poem that closes the first volume of Letters , "The first night," proves that this register can be achieved - mingled boldness and decency - to a peak of lyrical carnality. Now she lives, she wrote at a time when the liberalization of morals is still to come, where censorship is exercised over the works deemed "indecent", where authors and publishers are prosecuted, convicted.

The novelty of his company is obvious: there is no example in the literature, a woman author has had the intention to celebrate the lover in all ... statements. (Ah, the silence of the crowds of women who were sung, Nush Eluard included!) In addition, authority, boldness of writing, combined with his quiet courage, make the eulogy even more challenging. This explains the criticism of amazement appeared when 's Lover. For the first time a woman answered the multiple coats of arms and hymns in praise of the female body ... full of praise of the man of flesh and pleasure that a well-born lover of retires!

The commentators will report tomorrow, no doubt, many influences, even though critics have written that it was only his voice. I would say it has proven , fervently, with lyrical tall of his age, it drew some - including Claudel "The spirit and water," the Holy John Perse of Praise and "Narrow are the vessels" - this utterance to loss of breath that grips us in its "Celebration of the hand."

For me, I regret that it has not been known or known works she had welcomed, justified, throaty voice that emotion, gratitude, hug. And the wanton Booklet Ronsard, Platero and I Jimenez, Pablo Neruda's collections, Journal of , and seizing the first Journal of Adolescence Catherine Pozzi, works by Marguerite Yourcenar, or the Cathie Heilbronn Kleist, letters of Emily Dickinson's poems especially, conformation of pink sand or geode, where multiple indents are like a finger, transverse sealer every moment the lips of the fortuneteller.

And are there any regrets that apply to all forms of art. We attend concerts of the Jeunesses Musicales de France, to those of the Chamber Orchestra of the Capitole de Toulouse headed Auriacombe Louis, and perhaps Corelli, Mozart, do they have great charm, but if it was galvanized by Rite Spring, I do not think we have seen the Carmina Burana, or what Quartet for the End of Time , Messiaen, who had snatched lines ecstatic.

She had seen a lot of paint. Yet I does not console me for not having heard comment Klimt Paul Delvaux, the Balthus landscape ... And she was so attached to "visions" of the humble and shy Seraphine de Senlis!

But who will say the gloomy melancholy, the kind of resentment that come from not being able to share that would be most worthy, and that one word - the creator - he finished we open the eyes, we would see in !

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