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Axel Maugey, author of an essay The elites of Argentina and France (Paris, Editions de l'Harmattan, 2004) presents Jules Supervielle . I suggest you listen to the show:

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When the brain lies in his cave ... Jules

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unusual career. PATH ...

The show rests Dispersion occurs at night, in a natural setting. Ie both in a public garden, a place that campaign. In this garden, the audience and invited to a night wandering, solitary, free, and without a guide, if not his own feet to indicate the direction to follow. Based facilities, moving objects, images, light, shadow or projected images, it leaves its susceptibility to wear it, will have the opportunity to stop and retrace his steps, sit , to listen, to follow his steps back, not that lead to a point in its journey to encounter the living space of an actor, carrying the story of a road injury, setter / a storyteller unique history. Viewers will be invited to hear this story. Among the three, six or nine portraits stories. Each actor, person, character, supports about thirty spectators to whom it delivers its urgency to tell, testify, to speak. The actors embody the text, words. They are each alone in a given space. Every place is installed, lived in relation to the narrative that sest fact, the personality of the "witness". The actor and foremost a smuggler. A passer in history. It implies, embodies the words of his mouth so that their bodies, they resonate with each audience. For one never forgets. And maybe we will recognize in this story ... And then the story ends, for what should be said has been, and after verbalization, the words following their path, where they fell. And in turn, the viewer is invited to resume his march. Maybe it does go listen to another person ... maybe not. Thus, each pathway to each viewer is singular. And when all is finished, everyone revives the thread of his story and wonders why he is suddenly the urge to lie down under a summer sky, trying to find the cloud in the face of the child he was and he remembers being suddenly still. He thinks. Just that.





The show is being created today has benefited from three residences:
September 2006: the FAI AR, Cite des Arts de la Rue, Marseille (13) .
May 2007: at Theatre Gerard Philippe, regulated theater, Frouard (54)
September 2007: to Lézarap'Art, Cite des Arts de la Rue, Marseille (13).

The different stages of development were presented in September 2006 at the Garden of maternté the wasteland of the beautiful May (13) in May 2007 to Frouard TGP (54) Lézarap'Art in October 2007 (13), and 6 and 7 October 2007 Gadroons the garden city of Nancy. A new presentation is scheduled for November 24 at the Cultural Centre Andre Malraux, a national festival in the "head ailleus.

TEAM 2007
writing and staging: Estelle CHARLES
staging / construction: Fred Parison
designer Thierry Simounet
participation Landscape: Raphael Caillens
participation plastic Cecile CUNY
actor: Barnaby Perrotey
Amanda Ubierna DIAZ
Sibel KILERCIYAN
dancer Marie CAMBOIS

project supported by the FAI AR (advanced training and touring arts Street), Theatre Gerard Philippe Frouard, ARIAS, Lézarap'Art Marseille, France Chechnya Solidarity Association, Drac Lorraine Lorran Region, General Council 54, City of Nancy

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Supervielle

Here are two excerpts from the program devoted to Jules Supervielle
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" Jules Supervielle and exile "

" Suffering from Supervielle "

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Symposium on France Culture 1 and 2 February 2008

The association "Friends of Jules Supervielle" and the mayor of Sainte Marie Oloron organizes early February 2008 a symposium on the theme: " Supervielle in the world today. What are ways of being his poetry invites us to? "
You're invited and I am delighted that the group of friends around the poet can grow and flourish in the spirit of the work Supervielle ...

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Association "Friends of Jules Supervielle"

To join the association, just send 15 euros Clairefond Helen, our new president, at the following address (the seat has changed): Ms. Hélène
Clairefond
School St. Cricq
OLORON-64400 SAINTE-MARIE

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The text of the poem: "Holy Oloron Mary "

As time my father listening to the Pyrenees
doors And I'm feeling rough, guarded by their cohorts.
Gave The flowing, lower eyelids, not wanting
difference between men and shadows,
And he spends between stones
Who does not fear But centuries
rely on it to dream.

The city of my father, I have business everywhere.
I prowl the streets and installs floors anywhere
These stories make me like a mountain path, I enter without knocking
in rooms that crosses the country,
Mirrors remake the woods, rescued streams,
I find myself caught and taken through their waters.
I wander on the roofs of slate, I'm going to the top of the tower,
And to gather the dead that scares rumor, I'm flying
human
That shows no noise from the bell
of the night In the sky
Pyrenees. O

dead to approach stealthily
What we always confuse with immobility,
Lost in your smile in the rain as the epitaph
Dead postural constraints and hampered by too much space,
O you who just roam around our positions
is we who are the lame ready to fall on the forehead. You are healed

blood
As we blood thirsty.

You are healed to see
The sea, sky and the woods.

You're done with their lips, their reasons and kisses
With our hands that we are following us everywhere without appease
With hair and nails grow that break,
And behind the front drive, our mind moves.

But nothing is more true we
Whether it cold like you, We are separated

That the thrill of an earthquake.

Do not turn your back to me. Guess you
One of your race living near your old knees?

Friends, fear not as
That pulls you through a floating piece of your costume!

Have you not a little envy,
Dear kids of death, that you accept your life?

We'll tell you again how
shade and sun,
In a moment that is dormant
make and break a birch.

And we'll rebuild
Each city with its breathable arch bridges,
campaign with the wind, the sun
And among his brothers rising.

Are you sure, are you sure you have nothing to add,
That is still on this side the same day, the same summer? Oh how
appease my bones in their misery,
Troupe pale, blind, his face chalky,
Who calls the death of her head with blue eyes
Looking outwards.

I hear that fill me with their voice.
Planted in my flesh, these bones
As secrets knives
Who never saw the day:

- can not escape and to our understanding.
Your silence is lying to us.
We are one with you,
Do not forget us. We

related party
Such husband and married
When he blows out the candle
For the length of the night.

- Small bones, big bones, cartilage,
It is more cruel cages.
Wait, violent lightning storm ended
In my flesh.

Thorax, without ulterior motive
let air enter the crossing.
Do you understand that the sun
Go to you from the bottom of the sky?

Listen, dark humerus
The darkness of flesh is soft.
Do not think the flute still
A smooth dead.

And you, rosary of bone, spine, no hand
What n'égrènera,
Retards our time enemy
Pray for the stream of life
Who hurries to our eyeballs.

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