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Authors: Jean-Michel Maulpoix, Dawn Cornelio
ISBN-13: 9781929918676, ISBN-10: 1929918674
Format: Paperback
Publisher: BOA Editions, Ltd.
Date Published: July 2005
Edition: Bilingual

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Author Biography: Jean-Michel Maulpoix

Jean-Michel Maulpoix was born November 11, 1952 in Montbeliard, France. He is the author of twenty-five poetry collections, and thirteen volumes of essay and criticism. He is director of the quarterly literary journal Le Nouveau Recueil and Professor of Modern and Contemporary Poetry at the University Parix X-Nantere. Dawn Cornelio received her PhD in French from University of Connecticut. Her thesis was based on translating the poetry of Jean-Michel Maulpoix. Since 2002 she has been assistant professor of French Studies at University of Guelph (Ontario). Her translations have appeared in various literary journals.

Book Synopsis

Prose poems and blank verse poems encompassing melancholy, nostaligia and hope with formal and thematic symmetry.

Table of Contents

We know love exists through hearsay21
The sea within us tries out sentences23
Sometimes one of us stands near the sea25
On nice days, the open sea shimmers27
Blue's recovery after the downpour ...29
"There were some unusual clouds that year"31
"The sky's substance is strangely tender"33
Dark-eyed women have a blue gaze35
Do not think all this blue is without pain37
In summer, in the evening ...41
They move about43
Alive, they proceed hands first45
The sea is a picture book47
They look at the blue, but will never know how to say it49
They are sometimes seen beneath lampposts51
He's heading out to sea is what they say of someone embarking on a journey ...53
They leave their islands to go to sea55
He picks up a pen or a paintbrush57
Orthodoxy of blue61
For centuries, she's been beating63
The sea is the gods' vacancy65
Sometimes, it's only the light sound of forks against earthenware67
Soon there was nothing left of belief but the memory of its color69
Nothing remains but an empty gesture resembling prayer71
Sometimes words hurry73
Soul75
There77
Blue makes no noise81
All this blue is not the same ink83
We don't know : we don't understand85
Blue increases and reproduces on the debris of our life87
The blue of the sky can do without our help89
Like a cloth, the sky soaks91
The blue around here blurs when night falls93
There is nothing that can be locked up in a book95
This blue belongs to no one97
The sea's masts are illusory101
Bugles, horses of the deep, mouth of the sea!103
With my dulcimers, my trumpet and my timpani105
Here we strike the iron of the soul107
The man swimming there is an iodine and cobalt poem109
Unending narration of the open sea111
So much light in tears113
From all over, she flows115
A horizon of slate and slag117
You there, the tiny body of a transfixed man ...121
You're soaking in dreams, you lose your foothold in yourself123
White swimmer in the sea's arms125
Use this blue to compose127
Don't balk at the expense129
You have blue at your fingertips131
You burn with your sentences133
And you there, smeared with cherries?135
You were the bluest in your dress137
Nine days at sea as in a church141
This blue sticks to my lips143
Start from nothing, emphasize this nothing145
I've been putting words next to words for a long time147
In language, I contemplate the blue of the sky149
For me, writing is about departing151
I cannot survive in the impossible153
Late in the autumn, when the rain falls with a soft noise ...155
Everything I've loved, everything I've lost ...157
Death falls asleep right against the sea161
Aluminum-colored fish wander in the sea's baggage holds163
Along the cliffs and beaches, the sea looks after our remains165
In the evening when it pulls back to leave all the room to darkness ...167
The edge of the world is quite near ...169
Broken old women move about all evening ...171
A heart of crushed glass173
What kind of snow continuously falls ...175
Does the sky enjoy hearing this faint sound of a creaking heart?177
Emma liked blue181
Her dresses must be mentioned183
When she loosens her dress, the man is silent185
No one can express her desire187
If you call her, she doesn't come189
She sometimes remembers her childhood191
So many days have passed ...193
Some say she once dreamed of evaporating195
Loves is what she calls these departing sailors and sailboats on the open sea ...197

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