Get out from there…

sortir de là

“If a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall.” Letters to a young poet,  Rainer Maria Rilke

“Letters to a young poet”

letter to a young poet

A friend just gave me this book, I started yesterday… Untill the first letter, I feel close and concern, I imagine I could be this young poet. It remind me this selfportrait done in Arles (South of France) 2 or 3 years ago…. go into yourself and see how deep the place is

Letter I

in english

in french                              page 8





From Greek – This word, the root of our modern “poetry”, was first a verb an action that transforms and continues the world.

Could our intimate  ambiguity, inconstancy, violence be respected as a life force condition?