Thursday, June 17, 2010

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" Still what remains of fire against the cold test, and what we can perceive future blooms. " Nathalie Riera

" ... You exemptions freedom feverish and clear to all who have lost. You re-enchanted our nights with the innocence of urgent a cuckoo call invisible to the edge of the woods .. . " A. Chenet , from a letter to Natalie Riera .

the night of June 15 to 16, Nathalie Riera, poet and creator of the magazine "The books Eucharis ", his companion and her child were victims of the deadly flood that hit the Var. Their modest home was flooded by torrents of mud, farm animals were drowned, the vegetable food devastated. In extremis, they could take refuge on the roof of their "shack" with their dog. A helicopter rescued the night. Around 8am, June 16, I talked on the phone with Nathan who had not slept the night she told me was a nightmare when the waves engulfed by black everything she had built with his own, in recent months: a very small paradise which gave them just what it takes to survive as long as love poetry and do stand emperlent days and nights of unmatched beauty. Her voice had the gravity of these beings who have nothing to lose since they have already lost everything except life. All his writings, his computer, its records were covered, obliterated by mud. She asked me just to warn his friends and readers that the magazine does seem likely further long for an indefinite period would remain unreachable. The tone of his voice so tense expressed extraordinary courage. Despite the disaster, Nathalie was good, she stood beyond the despair that she was going through. Woman, wife and mother sublimely prepared to fight to recover his home, his tribe to restore the courage to overcome this "test of fate." As she described to me the visions of a country overwhelmed by a kind of liquid Apocalypse, I suddenly felt an intense joy, mad joy: it was safe, she, with her son and the man she loves.

Nathalie Riera has fully dedicated, through his acts, his writings and his work (she leads writing workshops at the Remand Prison in Aix-en-Provence) poetry, art and literature to the extent these disciplines in perpetual motion we give, probably better than any theoretical learning or moral conscience of our unlimited freedom whatsoever in sharing a common experience intense, or contemplation and meditation. The achievement of art, whatever form adopted, it is for implementation of human solidarity, the highest perhaps if the artist does not merely expose himself, but to parade "pass" vital signs that can change and evolve the human condition. Each of his "Notebooks", consisting in the love of the work to be done, fabulous open horizons of what seems to be the only conquest worthy of a human being's Insight. And for that we must put all his heart and his whole sensibility. Where intellect comes to himself and divides it subverts everything develops and dissected, where reason ignoring any sense to want to force strict, freezes the living, there remain only ruins and desolation, throughout human history shows us. It is certainly no coincidence that Nathan titled " Clairvision " one of his recent books it celebrates the thinness of its sensitive relations with the world in immediate connection with the exclusive beauty of moments that most people called civilized are no longer capable of perceiving. In this sense, it brings us back to our roots vital, where the arts of creation marry infinitely varied currents of all life forms.

Now, the urgency, I will first call for solidarity of all those who made poetry their true place of birth, axis of metamorphoses which operates the propitiatory magic words and images, those for whom poetry is the field of action of thinking beings to the good of all, I appeal to you, men and women for whom the generosity n is not the pebble that is thrown into the sky. Today, Nathan does not even have a car to move (she lives in the countryside away from towns). I suggest we all send him a check in his name, each according to his means, at: She and her family can not return to their home before September. It will make a loan in order to hold on even more reluctant than assurances already et dans le cas des meileur it verseront miettes par rapport à des que ce qu'ils ont perdu. Merci à tous

A poème de Nathalie:
In a fraction of time

find heart

Who spoke of death?

gardener fate

speak without ornament, which means it does not obscure
never air this

is always beyond the poetry
beyond the farthest in life

I have not withheld anything


Streams are peaceful
without fire without salt

try the right word

approximate arrival of your voice my fingers

you approach the water in the light of what we do is

in a fraction of time
say say say you re telling me the trip

is always a prelude

truces and undertows
a letter

a shadow wing


memorable herbs


bubbling inside me

you always

beyond me

know the sun

** *

in a fraction of the time blazing

Dans une fraction de temps

intensely there
cabbage Siam
departments honey

late frost

Nathalie Riera, May 2009

________________________ ________________________

in una di tempo frazione

heart back in the immensity

who told you about death?

gardener fate

speak means
never darkens the air

is still beyond the poem
beyond the farthest in life

I n 've learned nothing


The streams are peaceful
no fire no salt

I seek the right word to your voice

approach heightens my fingers up

water in the light of what does not remain

in a fraction of time
tell me tell you re saying is that
the trip is always a prelude

surf lulls and a letter
a shadow

pollen in the disorder

memorable herbs


bubbling inside of me

you always

fills me

I know sun


in a fraction of time
burning bright



pear sunflower sprouts ground

late frost
in a fraction of time

© Nathalie Riera, 2009

This poem was published online:

The Notebooks Eucharis No. 23, June 14, 2010: June-2010.html


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