Elle me touche autant que la littérature, et je suis une grande amatrice de poésie anglaise. De John Clare l’amoureux, à Hugh Mac Diarmid l’extatique, et l’immense Oscar Wilde dont j’ai emprunté les paroles du plus touchant de ses poèmes, pour les mettre sur le morceau que je préfère de tout ceux que j’ai fait. E.Ténébris ( sur l’album Brand New)
Erik Karol avait aussi publié un recueil de poèmes magnifiques qui s’appelait « Anneaux marines », et qui m’avait donné l’impulsion d’en écrire aussi.
J’ai aussi eu la grande chance de travailler longtemps avec un grand poète canadien, Jeff Bien, dont on disait de lui qu’il était le nouveau « Allan Ginsberg » dont j’ai eu l’autorisation de prendre quelques textes pour mes albums. (Parenthetic et I have rehearsed this death sur Access) Jeff a publié deux recueils de poèmes, « America » et « Prosody at the café du coin »
Mon poème français fétiche : « Les deux pigeons » de Lafontaine, parce que je l’avais préparé pour une audition importante au Cours Florent, et en la récitant à ma mère, elle m’avoua avoir préparer le même poème pour rentrer au Cours Simon, quand elle est arrivée à Paris, trente ans plus tôt…
Ma très chère amie idée Alpert est une poètesse américaine très spirituelle, et je vous livre ses poèmes illustrés par elle.J’ai eu le grand honneur de pouvoir lui emprunter quelques-uns des ses poèmes pour mes albums de 9 avenue b (As we appear ,et Summer hugs, sur Brand New)
Voici quelques-uns de mes poèmes préférés, et d’autres que j’ai écrit :
THE MENTAL TRAVELLER
de William Blake 1794
I travelled thro' a land of Men
A land of Men £ Women too
And heard £ saw such dreadful things
As cold Earth wanderers never knew
For there the babe is born in joy
That was begotten in dire woe
Just as we reap in joy the fruit
Which we in bitter tears did sow
And if the Babe is born a Boy
He's given to a Woman Old
Who nails him down upon a rock
Catches his shrieks in cups of gold
She binds iron thorns around his head
She pierces both his hands and feet
She cuts his heart out at his side
To make it feel both cold and heat
Her fingers number every Nerve
Just as a Miser counts his gold
She lives upon his shrieks and cries
And she grows young as he grows old
Till he becomes a bleeding youth
And she becomes a Virgin bright
Then he rends up his Manacles
And binds her down for his delight
He plants himsef in all her nerves
Just as a Husbandman is mould
And she becomes his dwelling place
And garden fruitful seventy fold
An aged Shadow soon he fades
Wandering round an Earthly Cot
Full filled all with gems and gold
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The Stars Sun Moon all shrink away
A desart vast without a bound
And nothing left to eat or drink
And a dark desart all around
The honey of her Infant lips
The bread and wine of her sweet smile
The wild game of her roving Eye
Does him to Infancy beguile
For as he eats and drinks he grows
Younger and younger every day
And on the desart while they both
Wander in terror and dismay
Like a wild stag she flees away
Her fear plants many a thicket wild
While he pursues her night and day
By various arts of Love beguild
By various arts of Love and Hate
Till the wide desart planted oer
With labyrinths of wayward Love
Where roams the Lion Wolf and Boar
Till he becomes a wayward Babe
And she a weeping woman Old
Then many a Lover wanders here
The Sun and Stars are nearer rolld
The trees bring forth sweet Extacy
To all in the desart roam
Till many a City there is Built
And many a pleasant Shepherds home
But when they find the frowning Babe
Terror strikes thro region wide
They cry the Babe the Babe is born
And flee away on every side
For who dare touch the frowning form
His arm is withered to its root
Lions Boars Wolves all howling flee
And every Tree does shed its fruit
And none can touch that frowning form
Except it be a Woman Old
She nails him down upon a Rock
And all is done as I have told.
two extracts from the integral text.
MILES AWAY
Ecrit pour Vin Beckerman
Miles away from the ground
I'm leaving something behind, definitely.
My paranoia is growing strong
Though I'm mooved , comfortably wrapped in your music.
People always seems to want to tell their tale ,
I want you to feel my everchanging sense of multifunctionnal capabilities.
I allmost forgot to tell you something.
I enjoyed you and O.J with Tequila, it was thrilling.
You see me how I hide, in the space behind my eyes.
Mistery is not disguise,
I'ts drawn you closer, touch my mind..........
I want to take everything you say for granted.Circles and cycles and rythms,
We all feel together;
A saying pure of heart.
Does the concept of the end is near, touch emotion touch your fear,
I don't want to be left in a world of nevers ,
So to whom it may concern...
I thought it was only the lady that could feel warmth inside,
So much sweetness, did I perceive it true, did I perceive it free?
I have to admitt that sometimes I'm dealing in advance with my memory censorship.
I'm deciding who's who in the game and who is how
I'm the creator and the consummer ,
But above all, I'm the decider, or I try to be
The creator, the consummer, the decider,
Free, true, warmth, world, concern, feel, near, together, you.
BANANA CULTIVATION
Ecrit pour Vin Beckerman
What affected me when I saw you first was
That I was wondering what your path was, your destination
I had the feeling as I entered the place,
That I felt asleep , then woke up , but you were still looking at me in the same light
In the meantime you walked up hills, crossed valleys and streams.
I like amazing extremes, they were meant for me.
Your ass babe, that's an axquisite extreme ,
And I know a place of your body, actually two places ,
Where you want my spirit to venture, I don't need to tell you .
By the way, I got really upset today while I was waiting for you.
My paranoia took me from a romantic state of grace,
To within a walking distance, a sanctuary of nevers.
But you never know what's coming your way,
Though I started to bleed, and decided not to,stop the flow
I wanted to feel naturally a woman, I wish was a man ,
Just like you babe a well equipped little boy,
I would have wrapped you in my arms just like you did.
You took me for a ride, that first night was so wilde....
ELOISE
Ecrit pour New York, ma ville
Just enough thrill
Just enough doubts
Just enough pain
Just enough
To make me want it more and more
I can feel the energy
Drawing the path before me
ACCESS
Comme dans mes rêves
Peace ... Accept Sun ... Access Moon ... Acceed Wind ... Activate
Fire ... Aknowledge Wind ... Activate Sex ... Achieve Birds ... Align
Stars ... Aquire You ... Adjust Love ... Admitts Ocean ... Admire
Sand ... Allows Flowers ... Amaze Sky ... Alternates Grass ... Anticipates
Seas ... Amalgamates And I ameliorate
NAM MIOHO RENGE KYO
Ecrit pour le monde et l’univers
I don't want to get lost within a world of Nevers
I don't want to wake up within a world of anger
I don't want to forget why I came down on earth
All I want is spread love and respect to the others
To bring love and bring peace to my sisters and brothers
To become one with all the Universe.
A RIDE WITH VIN
Ecrit Pour Vin, après notre rencontre
You never know what's coming your way
Though I started to bleed
And decided not to stop the flow
I wanted to feel naturally a woman
I wish I was a man just like you babe
A well equipped litlle boy
I would have wrapped you in my arms just like you did
I told you ...........................
You took me for a ride , that first night was so wilde
A directed death
You were driving , waiting for me to pass out in my cannaby cloud
So you could pull over
Rape me and kill me
Wait wait what did I skip
Twelve hours now and I can still remember your face
Clearly
But I don't think I ever saw you really
LO QUIERE TODO
Ecrit pour la terre
Within the peacefullness of our souls
I feel the energy drawing the path before me
You touch my hand and I radiate with beauty
The universe is one and no soul is lonely
The Earth has purifyed all the unhumane worries
A DROP OF YOU
Ecrit pour Emmanuel
A drop of you in me and my blood is renewed
A sea of ecstasy is overwhelming me
Give me your touch and break me
You know what you cand do , the field is open free
And all the way ahead goes the cycle of beauty
Don't be my ennemy but be my inner me
My sinchronicity
Measure the splendor and hear my pleasure
I'll shout it out for you
To the Moon and the Earth for recollection .
BABY SONG
Ecrit pour mes bébés
Je ne te connais pas
Pourtant tu vis en moi
Ton souffle est dans mon corps et en moi tu résone
Peut-on etre plus proche
Je ne le pense pas
Je voudrais te donner plus encore que mon sang
Je voudrais protéger chacun de tes instants
Et parsemer ta vie de milles et une fleurs
Rapprocher le soleil, que jamais tu n'ai froid
Cueillir les plus beaux fruits, les mettre sous tes pas
Que jamais tu n'ai faim; Que jamais tu n'ai mal
Que les anges de l'amour te comble et te protègent
Que ta lumière soit douce aux yeux de l'univers
Et que ton ame répande des Océans d'amour
Que la Terre te protège comme toi tu le feras
Que ton coeur n'oublie pas que ton Dieu est en Toi.
RIEN
Ecrit pour Emmanuel
Rien ne m'a paru plus clair
Que toi et moi hier
Mes reves d'un seul coup balafré
Je n'ai plus rien à faire ni plus rien à penser
Je ne veux plus pour moi qu'une seule personne c'est toi
Dans tes yeux je renais et sur ton corps je meurs
Enlèves-moi de mes peurs et porte moi en toi
Comme je veux un jour dans mes entrailles humides
Porter en l'envellopant l'essence de ton sang
Et quoi que tu décides je te donne raison
Je n'aurais plus envie jamais de te dire non
Ton sourire m'a béni et ta voie me soulage
Il n'est plus rien que toi et j'en fais mon adage.
TO EMMANUEL
Ecrit pour Emmanuel
Je m'offre dans un rayon de Lune
Pour que nos âmes ne s'embrument
Je marche à l'encontre du temps
Lorsque nos mains sont engourdies
J'oublie le froid et les raisons
Qui font que je me perds en toi
Dans la mixture de nos vies
J'accouche d'un rayon de Soleil
Et dans ta chaleur saharienne
Je meurs sur toi je meurs sans bruit
Et tout renait
SECRET LOVE
de John Clare 1842-64
I hid my love when young will I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left a memory in each place
Where ere I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love goodbye
I met her in the greenest dells
Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye
The bee kissed and went singing by
A sunbeam found a passage there
A gold chain round her neck so fair
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long
I hid my love in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down
The bees seemed singing ballads o'er
The fly's buss turned a lion's roar
And even silence found a tongue
To haunt me all the summer long
The riddle nature could not proove
Was nothing else but secret love
IN A CITY OF AVALANCHES
de Jeff Bien 1996
In darkness, uncertainty begins.
Here by distant shores
in motionless detail
an archipelago of silence
crests beneath the skin,
rises to our pleasure.
The morning tarries
readies its dowry.
Steadies itself by anxious light.
The ceremony begins
begins itself;
cast by large horizon
where darkness shone.
Only later,much later
do we cast our own shadows.
We walk by mountain,by dark tower,
by chosen stream.
By courtyards we wander,
rally against minstrel death
the mannequin desire.
Here we wander
playing hangman with the stars.
Arranging castes of moons
of planets,
shapeless grey matter
harrowing the sky.
We wander
summoned by love, by beauty,
circumstance whistling pale between our lips
to the tune of temptation
the bravados of war.
And arrive
In the wilderness
where one might come upon an ending,
betray the silence;invoke it's name.
Let us rage then
in a large fevered voice,
accuse others of spectacle
build lighthouses for prayer
where old scholars, bandaging our feet,
might bid us Godspeed
where brave fedayeen,noble savages
might rest.
Let us rage then
to this end, no more.
Berate others for our failure to speak,
walk feverishly into the desert
disarm the silence
whisper painless incertitude
for the sake of sparing lives.
Here in the dawning of an age
where only the dead might speak
with precision
of the acoustics of an avalanche
in a city of avalanches,
where only a tongue might rise
from the pale tragedy, the dull proceedings of law.
And though it is lost in the telling
the legend persists
lingering like fragrance, marginal,
hanging like innocents
by our unmade beds
in this archipelago of silence
where only men might rise
from the sea.
THE EXIT
Parce que c’est vrai
Hiding behind your self
Hiding behing your life
Hiding behind your dreams
Hiding behind your will
Hideaway is a safe place
Hideaway is safe
Hideaway makes you bleed
Hideaway ain't real
No barriers no walls, those you've built, tare them down
No barriers no walls
And if you still see them pretend you're blind
The exit is yours
The exit is yours
Your life is yours
Push the door to freedom
Push the door to love
Push the door and breeze
You can do whatever, whatever you want to do
It's up to you
It's up to you....
Freedom
Life
Love
INCEST
Parce que ça me fait gerber
Inside Inside Incest Inside Innaugurate Inside Inanimate Inside Inaccurate Inside Induced Influenced Indoor Inequity Inside Inside
Injection Infection Inside Inspired Inexistant Inexcusable Inside
Infernal Infinity Inside Incredible Inside Inside Inanimate Inside
Inaccurate Inside Induced Inside Influenced Inside Indoor Inequity
Influenced Inspired Insect Inside Injection Inside Infection Inside
Infinity Inside Infinity Inside
A GOD
Mais sans contrainte, ni manuel d’utilisation….
A time, a God, a plaec , a face,
Who does not bellieve ?
A word, a smile, a touch, a whisper,
I know You exist !
A message, an image, a voice, a choice,
What else, then surrender…
AGITE MA PLUME
Ecrit pour Emmanuel
Je me détache,
Doucement de cette envellope de vide,
Ou je puisais depuis longtemps
Des souffles de vies inutiles
Des récits sombres et sans écho
Coulaient de ma plume illusoire
Et je ne trouvais plus les mots
Et je ne savais plus qui croire
L'euphonie de tes yeux, m’a redonnée la vie
Ton souffle m'envahie, ton àme me remplie
Et je marche dans ta direction
T'est devenu ma vie,ma maison
T'est devenu mon lit et ma raison
Tu agites ma plume à ta façon
IRREPLACEABLE
Ecrit pour mes enfants Justin et Valentin
My irreplaceable, and incredible little babies;
Endless happyness you bring to our lives.
Gracefullness and peacefullness,
You spread in our hearts
Who should I be gratefull to for all this beauty,
All this happyness
Thrilling it is to see you grow everyday
More precious and bright
How could I thank the Earth
How could I change the World, for you to be right
All I can do is show you how unique you are
How gifted, how healthy, how loved, and supported
How safe you can be as long as you will care for yourself,
As much as we do.
As long as you will care for the people around
For the Earth, for the Sun, the Moon and the Sky
The Grass, theFlower, the Water... the Wind
As long as you'll be free to make your own choices,
Your life will be enhansed
I love you I love you I love you
I don't carry the truth on my shoulders
I'm not a judge I'm not the truth
But I'm your mammy, and I love you
You will be under the light
As long as you'll love the others
As long as you 'll care for yourself
As long as you'll protect the Earth.
NO ORDINARY PLEASURE
Parce que je n’envisage rien autrement…
No ordinary pleasure
No ordinary journey
No ordinary whisper
No ordinary love
Give me no ordinary sex
Give me no ordinary car
Give me no ordinary kisses
give me no ordinary nights
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
pour (justement) qui est concerné…
To whom it may concern
Come and find me
To whom it may concern
It is easy
To whom it may concern
I'm in the middle of the magic cecle
To whom it may concern
Waiting and resting
Before comes my Master
