"At the Golden Gate of San Francisco" in the series An Eye for the World. Additional photos here (via The American Museum of Photography )
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Best Temperature Wood Stove
TYLER THE CREATOR-Bastard
ODD FUTURE is a collective that could evoke a kind of Pistols in the 2010s, hip hop version. Punk basically. Yucky. Dirty. Clip of the beat. The guys from this group (Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, or OFWGKTA) are currently conducting a coup almost faultless musical. This summer, with the clip of the younger Earl Sweatshirt (16 years) they had raised some questions as to what generally required by these young people seriously while questioning the veracity of what was shown on the screen (a strange cocktail effects bloody). Gradually, the posse climbed the ladder of modern buzz up move to a new key: the shift from Jimmy Fallon, the best TV Show of the planet in a powerful performance with the Roots and Mos Def in hysterical conclusion. The gas of this group may be geniuses in marketing or real burnt bulb and inline skaters with no future, there is always that their music is heard more and sees the object of a certain esteem ( Wire, blogs, artist ... not to mention rare concerts outside of Los Angeles sold out in less than an hour). While following the mastermind Tyler The Creator, should no longer delay (an EP teaser already available, first released pay-label / collective) continues Bastard Shooting in the amp (obviously, it's meupeu 3). Punk, it is necessarily matter when you listen to these low cannibals these beats and sounds almost stripped heady. The melodies at half, played a single finger (without nails) are only vaguely present concepts. The keyboard sounds are meant fat and bubblegum are the few samples (including a piece based on a loop similar to a feat Madvillain) QWho appear here and there, while the voices of trafficked young MC falls like a sentence without emotion, Cold, resigned. The Cool Kids who have streamed Co Flow, Gravediggaz and Spectrum loop. Pieces created obviously by someone who knows where he wants to go with minimalism and obviously heavy. And if one hesitates between genius or gimmick, is a handful of well-assembled pieces, which brings a bit of dirt in a hip-hop tends to being dirty in his lust. 
ODD FUTURE is a collective that could evoke a kind of Pistols in the 2010s, hip hop version. Punk basically. Yucky. Dirty. Clip of the beat. The guys from this group (Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, or OFWGKTA) are currently conducting a coup almost faultless musical. This summer, with the clip of the younger Earl Sweatshirt (16 years) they had raised some questions as to what generally required by these young people seriously while questioning the veracity of what was shown on the screen (a strange cocktail effects bloody). Gradually, the posse climbed the ladder of modern buzz up move to a new key: the shift from Jimmy Fallon, the best TV Show of the planet in a powerful performance with the Roots and Mos Def in hysterical conclusion. The gas of this group may be geniuses in marketing or real burnt bulb and inline skaters with no future, there is always that their music is heard more and sees the object of a certain esteem ( Wire, blogs, artist ... not to mention rare concerts outside of Los Angeles sold out in less than an hour). While following the mastermind Tyler The Creator, should no longer delay (an EP teaser already available, first released pay-label / collective) continues Bastard Shooting in the amp (obviously, it's meupeu 3). Punk, it is necessarily matter when you listen to these low cannibals these beats and sounds almost stripped heady. The melodies at half, played a single finger (without nails) are only vaguely present concepts. The keyboard sounds are meant fat and bubblegum are the few samples (including a piece based on a loop similar to a feat Madvillain) QWho appear here and there, while the voices of trafficked young MC falls like a sentence without emotion, Cold, resigned. The Cool Kids who have streamed Co Flow, Gravediggaz and Spectrum loop. Pieces created obviously by someone who knows where he wants to go with minimalism and obviously heavy. And if one hesitates between genius or gimmick, is a handful of well-assembled pieces, which brings a bit of dirt in a hip-hop tends to being dirty in his lust. 
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
How Long Doesrobaxin Stay In The Body
Schaul Schwarz
"Gush Katif, "Jewish enclave in the Gaza Strip, 2005 
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Charts And Graphs On Breast Cancer
Black Swan Darren Aronofsky
Some believed, or hoped, would become an artist qu'Aronofsky fallen and no future after the failure of both critical and commercial The Fountain in 2006. The film, which should see Aronofsky push aesthetic and logical screenplay already proven in Pi and Requiem For A Dream to their limits, and certainly beyond their inherent limitations, was lynched, more or less precisely, by a whole section of specialists seeing a chance to get a talent and buried a career.
What they certainly did not foresee, is the force of renewal has been able to provide the American director. It proved capable of turning his back on his ultra polished aesthetic, under certain habits (to adopt others), to a certain visual overkill that stifled perhaps the dramatic force of his previous album.
Thus, The Wrestler was a shock for fans of Aronofsky. Soaked in culture (film) rocked by the European and American independent cinema, swaying between Cassavetes and the naturalism of Dardenne film, which also sees the resurrection of Mickey Rourke quality, marks a milestone in the filmmaker's aesthetic philosophy.
Black Swan is a direct continuation of this previous work and takes even a few basic elements. It follows by the lapse of a being (physical The Wrestler , psychological Black Swan) which saw the peaks in disregard of his health, his life and others. Black Swan is the story of a dancer who, in the twilight of his career is finally offering the lead role of a ballet. But this role, demanding, difficult and not without further efforts. Consumed by his desire to succeed and the complexity of the character she has embodied (or rather the characters, the white swan and black swan), the young woman collapses into hysteria and paranoia.
Aronofsky's film is fascinating that no one knows where we must start playing as his subject and his staging abound and sweat of an intelligence and a fine mastery of excess. This is one of the main themes of the film. First by the particularly archetypal characters who inhabit it. Women are swollen tares Freudian customary to them, lesbianism and hysteria, while men are afflicted with a bestial virility and inconsistent. Yet this does not shock the contrary, it subjugates.
qu'Aronofsky because then leads her heroine on the edge of madness. Natalie Portman, who is certainly is one of its most major roles, navigating in a latent perdition, in which a voltage switch, which capsized before rush with violence in a sordid and hallucinatory paranoid.
Film about the ruthless world of dance, but also on the madness movie pass. Portman epitomizes this young woman child haunted by a tyrannical mother who kept prisoner in a sordid world of children. His role, a new dancer, question this world and confined the girl discovers woman, attractive, sexual ...
Of all these excesses Aronofsky pulls a film incredibly enjoyable and black, suffering on edge skin gradually abandoned the thriller to rush on the trail, even more squalid, fantasy and horror. And then we come back, more terrifying than ever, images of Repulsion Polanski.
We still salute the performance of Winona Ryder, unrecognizable, twirling the camera of the filmmaker who gratifies us two memorable dance sequences, an opening and closing. And they devour endless frantic quest for perfection, quirky and murky, full of symbols and rituals borrowed from paganism ultimately the most erotic to create a mystical madness of rare intensity.
Homemade Leaf Mulcher
Matta - Prototype
There was talk of the lost first EP in these pages, and it is clear that it was much more striking than the last EP enduser. Forget everything you learned about dubstep. Imagine the last meeting of the High Tone (Monster) with the intelligence of the In Sect Level Zero and the blow side of the dancefloor Music for the jilted generation of .... Prodigy (as it did long for my taste that we had not mentioned the common obsession). Prototype does not offer anything new in itself, if it is a collection of songs already on the previous vinyl outings. Since The Lost, a collection of all the most acclaimed live as each other, a collection of dance floor that implode, a collection of brains Cram, and a nice list of names with which the two collaborated gas for such a short career: Bong Ra, Hecq, Black Lung. For those who are already convinced at that stage, Prototype is somehow the sole purpose''of the''ultimate combo, which recompiles everything that exists in physical format yet. Forget the singles and other rarities for rat dusty shops, this one is fine. For others who still wipes the dubstep label, which prevents them from asking an ear without a trial, no attempt to convert them, because the pieces will easily during these ten nuggets. Both coarse and fine putassier we doing leg circles as an aggressive rhythm to make us better upside down while we stroked the hair with lovely lyrical flights, what we enveloping webs of rare sonic consistency. Prototype is one of those compilations where every piece we carry, in climates that you appreciate vulgar at times with such violence worthy of electrical energy of the early rave, but also in mazes sounds much more refined, in Avalanche rhythmic legacy of the years Warp, Aphex's friend, but also shimmering psychedelia Boards of Canada (Suicide Stutter). I have no problem admitting it. Prototype runs on my side and back, and each piece is an engine that galvanizes the next play, with a pronounced joy. Epic, immediate and concrete block backup. (Ad Noiseam)
For fun: PAN 
There was talk of the lost first EP in these pages, and it is clear that it was much more striking than the last EP enduser. Forget everything you learned about dubstep. Imagine the last meeting of the High Tone (Monster) with the intelligence of the In Sect Level Zero and the blow side of the dancefloor Music for the jilted generation of .... Prodigy (as it did long for my taste that we had not mentioned the common obsession). Prototype does not offer anything new in itself, if it is a collection of songs already on the previous vinyl outings. Since The Lost, a collection of all the most acclaimed live as each other, a collection of dance floor that implode, a collection of brains Cram, and a nice list of names with which the two collaborated gas for such a short career: Bong Ra, Hecq, Black Lung. For those who are already convinced at that stage, Prototype is somehow the sole purpose''of the''ultimate combo, which recompiles everything that exists in physical format yet. Forget the singles and other rarities for rat dusty shops, this one is fine. For others who still wipes the dubstep label, which prevents them from asking an ear without a trial, no attempt to convert them, because the pieces will easily during these ten nuggets. Both coarse and fine putassier we doing leg circles as an aggressive rhythm to make us better upside down while we stroked the hair with lovely lyrical flights, what we enveloping webs of rare sonic consistency. Prototype is one of those compilations where every piece we carry, in climates that you appreciate vulgar at times with such violence worthy of electrical energy of the early rave, but also in mazes sounds much more refined, in Avalanche rhythmic legacy of the years Warp, Aphex's friend, but also shimmering psychedelia Boards of Canada (Suicide Stutter). I have no problem admitting it. Prototype runs on my side and back, and each piece is an engine that galvanizes the next play, with a pronounced joy. Epic, immediate and concrete block backup. (Ad Noiseam) For fun: PAN
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Sony Muteki Ht-ddw7500
happy to live .... live down !!!!!!!!
The method Quilt:
I'm on vacation one week
c life is hard: CTB!
Gourette manquette I will!
PS: after a clavicular sprain chromio .... 13 days later I happened to scratch my nose! Perfect!
PS2: c tomorrow is Valentine's Day: it stinks of ASS! 
The method Quilt:
I'm on vacation one week
c life is hard: CTB!
Gourette manquette I will!
PS: after a clavicular sprain chromio .... 13 days later I happened to scratch my nose! Perfect!
Large Fluid Lump Under Dog's Tail
TEAM DC (dici) of gourette!
THE DC Team
c is for fun, mojito, the ride, shoulders and less
igloos, snowshoe walks, of friendship, love
of joy, good mood, chocolate treasures, tequila paf
c is the whore, the studio, the Cardet (which stinks of piet!) pyrene (which is poop)
c is the ride, c is evenings, c is the refuge, c is the releasable Cutch
Chamalow c is the grilled, c is the offspring, the shopping trip was poor
c is a kebab A panini, c is thousands of giggles, c is the philosophy of counter c is
life, c is enjoy! Daring to dream, is being a dispute. C
swallow life and happiness peter \u0026lt;3 We
we DICI!
: 3
THE DC Team
c is for fun, mojito, the ride, shoulders and less
igloos, snowshoe walks, of friendship, love
of joy, good mood, chocolate treasures, tequila paf
c is the whore, the studio, the Cardet (which stinks of piet!) pyrene (which is poop)
c is the ride, c is evenings, c is the refuge, c is the releasable Cutch
Chamalow c is the grilled, c is the offspring, the shopping trip was poor
c is a kebab A panini, c is thousands of giggles, c is the philosophy of counter c is
life, c is enjoy! Daring to dream, is being a dispute. C
swallow life and happiness peter \u0026lt;3 We
we DICI!
: 3
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Kre Alkalyn A Alkohol
Rosemary K's Diaries: Binary / Nicolas Dick
discs lead surely had the galleys, which delayed the arrival of this second 10''from the series of special days. The wait was worth the shot clearly. The poster is even more enticing, with the duo Binary, author one of the best recent discs and Nicolas Dick, their old pal Kill the Thrill, who was working on a few pieces of Idol.
Binary continuous music in the vein of Idol, with the rock / punk Mongoloid chopped and cut with a machete. The rhythmic revved the engine and launch tempo guitars hop beat faster while in the walls of his galvanizing. Binary this time to tell it in French, which accentuates the tube and anthems of each of these four pieces. Still yelling, still weak, in all irony, phrases fuse, provoke and titillate, "an ethereal body of the hero in the nose, it's a fucking party." Binary pushes the weight of his sound and the light side into a corner. The songs are going over, howling roar when the tempo against runaway. Fucking evening begins with whispers storytellers, in a Dionysiac song filled with irony. On Massacre in France, Marilyn, who sang on Telluric Kill The Thrill that lets you iron in the first degree committed in diction and salutary. Finally, these four songs are even better than previous ones, still further in the immediate side, increasingly vicious over time, always the saddest in the merriment. Binary is the sound of imploding dancefloor, the sound of punk playing with its machines.
the other side, Nicolas Dick continues her experimentation begun with a beautiful day, with one track aptly named returned, as a fourth day newspaper from Rosemary. Nicolas Dick still playing with textures, deconstructed melodies orientalizing and reaches some apotheosis of the sound barrier it clears soon. An immersive piece, worthy of experimentation Fennesz, full of life through sound organic. Funny how the seriousness that releases music by Nicolas Dick is totally opposed to the unfeigned grief of the black humor of his desire to Binary and festive. It waits for republication A beautiful day in PA and we encourages it to continue on this path. The object in turn is even more successful than the first component, with a wonderful illustration of pretty colors immersive well wide of the photo of the first component. Always download comes with a coupon, just to be able to nod the binary bits of car. Expected result, which will be the new album of children's red double 10'', as this, the structure appears for now make a clear round on projects. Thank you to them, waiting for the day 5 and 6. ( discs lead ) 
discs lead surely had the galleys, which delayed the arrival of this second 10''from the series of special days. The wait was worth the shot clearly. The poster is even more enticing, with the duo Binary, author one of the best recent discs and Nicolas Dick, their old pal Kill the Thrill, who was working on a few pieces of Idol. Binary continuous music in the vein of Idol, with the rock / punk Mongoloid chopped and cut with a machete. The rhythmic revved the engine and launch tempo guitars hop beat faster while in the walls of his galvanizing. Binary this time to tell it in French, which accentuates the tube and anthems of each of these four pieces. Still yelling, still weak, in all irony, phrases fuse, provoke and titillate, "an ethereal body of the hero in the nose, it's a fucking party." Binary pushes the weight of his sound and the light side into a corner. The songs are going over, howling roar when the tempo against runaway. Fucking evening begins with whispers storytellers, in a Dionysiac song filled with irony. On Massacre in France, Marilyn, who sang on Telluric Kill The Thrill that lets you iron in the first degree committed in diction and salutary. Finally, these four songs are even better than previous ones, still further in the immediate side, increasingly vicious over time, always the saddest in the merriment. Binary is the sound of imploding dancefloor, the sound of punk playing with its machines.
the other side, Nicolas Dick continues her experimentation begun with a beautiful day, with one track aptly named returned, as a fourth day newspaper from Rosemary. Nicolas Dick still playing with textures, deconstructed melodies orientalizing and reaches some apotheosis of the sound barrier it clears soon. An immersive piece, worthy of experimentation Fennesz, full of life through sound organic. Funny how the seriousness that releases music by Nicolas Dick is totally opposed to the unfeigned grief of the black humor of his desire to Binary and festive. It waits for republication A beautiful day in PA and we encourages it to continue on this path. The object in turn is even more successful than the first component, with a wonderful illustration of pretty colors immersive well wide of the photo of the first component. Always download comes with a coupon, just to be able to nod the binary bits of car. Expected result, which will be the new album of children's red double 10'', as this, the structure appears for now make a clear round on projects. Thank you to them, waiting for the day 5 and 6. ( discs lead )
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Best Gay Electro Of 2010 Remix
Subheim - No Land Called Home
Approach was a beautiful clear-building project. Visions between modern and neoclassical structures over the disc dissected a tribal electronic and full of beauty. Today is a double challenge which surrounds the new release. First, a challenge for Ad Noiseam, which grows more and more in the diversity of its output to get away from the dubstep label already expired. After a Level Zero more effective, a Black Lung completely addictive and a final Igorr already acclaimed everywhere, it's the turn of Subheim to be part of the renewal of the structure. It is also a challenge for the group itself, which fully renews aesthetics. No Land Called Home puts aside inclinations synthetic a much more humane to his music. A disc that does not necessarily pay mine initially, particularly because of these vocal scattered everywhere (The Veil a tasteless song with a male unbearable). These vocals are one of the great innovations of Subheim in 2010. Katja, vocalist live Subheim lends his voice to the studio here on most songs. In the end, that voice goes hand in hand with the approach humanized Music Subheim. No Land Called Home weaves more organic instrumentation and warm, and electronics is only a backdrop for warm ethnic incursions (Conspiracies) and theatrics on tribal breakthroughs. The live performances have Subheim and galvanize the need to play instruments, bring out all these percussion, to convene an armada of stringed make no sonically immersive Land Called Home. Subheim 2.0 is an army of strings, orchestration of all types and required more and heir of dead can dance last season (dunes and atmosphere Spiritchaser) than tzolkin. It is also reminiscent of the solo projects of the two thieves dead can dance, somewhere between the counting of warm Lisa Gerrard Silver Tree (the beautiful cold hearted sea) and nuggets of e-Ark Brendan Perry. A bet dared to a total conversion, but takes with our ears thanks to warm orchestrations. (Ad Noiseam) 
Approach was a beautiful clear-building project. Visions between modern and neoclassical structures over the disc dissected a tribal electronic and full of beauty. Today is a double challenge which surrounds the new release. First, a challenge for Ad Noiseam, which grows more and more in the diversity of its output to get away from the dubstep label already expired. After a Level Zero more effective, a Black Lung completely addictive and a final Igorr already acclaimed everywhere, it's the turn of Subheim to be part of the renewal of the structure. It is also a challenge for the group itself, which fully renews aesthetics. No Land Called Home puts aside inclinations synthetic a much more humane to his music. A disc that does not necessarily pay mine initially, particularly because of these vocal scattered everywhere (The Veil a tasteless song with a male unbearable). These vocals are one of the great innovations of Subheim in 2010. Katja, vocalist live Subheim lends his voice to the studio here on most songs. In the end, that voice goes hand in hand with the approach humanized Music Subheim. No Land Called Home weaves more organic instrumentation and warm, and electronics is only a backdrop for warm ethnic incursions (Conspiracies) and theatrics on tribal breakthroughs. The live performances have Subheim and galvanize the need to play instruments, bring out all these percussion, to convene an armada of stringed make no sonically immersive Land Called Home. Subheim 2.0 is an army of strings, orchestration of all types and required more and heir of dead can dance last season (dunes and atmosphere Spiritchaser) than tzolkin. It is also reminiscent of the solo projects of the two thieves dead can dance, somewhere between the counting of warm Lisa Gerrard Silver Tree (the beautiful cold hearted sea) and nuggets of e-Ark Brendan Perry. A bet dared to a total conversion, but takes with our ears thanks to warm orchestrations. (Ad Noiseam) Canadian Apartment Application Form
Seefeel Seefeel
return as planned and announced with Faults which caused it (good) earlier. The return of a project obliquely, musically exciting but remaining at a safe nuggets for those involved. Seefeel is a passing reference, the one that automatically acquiesce the connoisseur, always a little lonely, and one that systematically repeating the layman-"How you say it's called?". A secret well kept strangely, despite real and estimated papers once flattering. Quartet of origin, the resurrection of a self-scuttling keeps only half: the guitarist and mastermind Mark Clifford, who left on Disjecta task for 15 years, and Sarah Peacock, also a guitarist and singer, inflated by 'came from two Japanese that are the first drummer of the Boredoms and mentally challenged DJ Scotch Egg. 
return as planned and announced with Faults which caused it (good) earlier. The return of a project obliquely, musically exciting but remaining at a safe nuggets for those involved. Seefeel is a passing reference, the one that automatically acquiesce the connoisseur, always a little lonely, and one that systematically repeating the layman-"How you say it's called?". A secret well kept strangely, despite real and estimated papers once flattering. Quartet of origin, the resurrection of a self-scuttling keeps only half: the guitarist and mastermind Mark Clifford, who left on Disjecta task for 15 years, and Sarah Peacock, also a guitarist and singer, inflated by 'came from two Japanese that are the first drummer of the Boredoms and mentally challenged DJ Scotch Egg. In the general idea, this new album Seefeel has more to do with their debut masterpiece with their succor, released in the mid 90s. While co-label with Autechre and Boards Of Canada (the last concert of the initial effected elsewhere in the company of the latter, one of some 5 or 6 gig BoC gave their whole career) their music, moose executed by a rock band (guitar / bass / drums) had not the slightest trace, much to put on their label and specialties, ambient, electronica or I do not know what else made from barks of sequencers and oscillators. Seefeel clings to his return to acoustic drums wildly (at least it sounds that way) and only reveals itself little variation in sound. This is also the bias for the strangest album which may be the biggest fault of the disc. The electronics allow a renewal of language always appreciated. On one song to another, the music changes her dress. Seefeel with the same recurring sounds, creating a sort of enclosure sound very special. The snare sounds toujorus identical. The bass also. And the sounds of keyboards, effects, distortions, too. The fact that music is more about building progressive and electronic equipment are therefore, in contrast to a dynamic rock, a kind of redundancy can also tire the listener. Yet the album from sounding tacky, noisy swamp and daring spatial and floats over the strange decision. Seefeel's music is surprisingly more concrete than succor, is go from a beginning to an end, has a goal. The disc appears to be a journey, with its pauses and intrusions of abstraction loud and long rhythmic epics. A partition long and segmented into chunks. And if there is actual bias, the overall production is no less powerful. Clifford and his band just recorded the bass lines from the most recently recorded on a massive groove. Bursts of noise and distortion remarkably shear the other elements. The air of nothing, especially, the album returns a sense of sadness, melancholy diffuse and widely discussed during the 11 segments. "Seefeel" presents a group that puts logically on the chessboard of innovative and exciting groups, offering a unique work (both in substance and form) and dark, yet thoroughly outlined.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Meranaamjoker Hot Scene
La maison du milieu
About Ti Kreiz , POL, 2010
Claude Lucas, by the irreducible
Rapahël Sorin
First there was a look, penetrating an unfathomable sadness. I discovered on the cover of the book by Claude Lucas, Suerte , published in the Terre Humaine, Plon, 1995. This stranger joined Claude Levi-Strauss, Robert Jaulin, James Agee, John Duvignaud, all identified by Malaurie. Ethnologists, backpackers, adventurers, writers. Suerte and its sub-title, written in red letters, it snapped like a challenge: Exclusion voluntary.
A quote from Emmanuel Levinas, placed emphasis, immediately put the bar very high, near "human nudity ... who shouts to the world's strangeness, loneliness, death, hidden in his being" . It was enough to start reading to not release this extraordinary book, between fiction and testimony, and persuade themselves that would remember forever. He crushed the literature of the most unlucky, complacent and early, with some exceptions (such as the poignant story of Alain Dubrieu, The Desert Iguana , reprinted in "The Black "by Gallimard).
Lucas had committed a robbery with hostage taking in 1987. Arrested in Spain, he was sentenced to eight years in prison for "carrying weapons". He spent six in English prisons harsh. Extradited to France in 1994 after two years of trial, he shall be sentenced to twelve years imprisonment. His six years in prison in Spain were not taken into account. A support committee, when he was locked up in prison in Caen, sent a letter to the president by seeking a pardon. The appeal was signed by publishers, booksellers, priests, artists, librarians and writers. Jacques Lanzmann, Alphonse Boudard, Paul Ricoeur, Germaine Tillion, Jean-Pierre Vernant, and many others, recognized the word of a new man. On Suerte he had retaken all his life, his skin.
SILENCE OF DEATH
Lucas published two short novels by Flammarion in 1998 Trail flowers followed Desert. The city of Caen, to award him his prize, had left his cell for a day! He was finally released and went to live with Helen at Ushant, his wife. At the opening of Suerte he announced what territory, after years of deprivation of liberty, he intended to live, "a parallel universe so similar to another" .
And that's exactly what he did for seven or eight years to produce a novel that is a real book to escape, quite confusing, as its title suggests Breton, Ti Kreiz . His publisher, POL, thinking perhaps (like myself, and I acknowledge my guilt naivete) that the reputation of Suerte enough to awaken Critics played counting absolute: no back cover hype, no biography of the author. We are witnessing the emergence of a unique book whose reception is equal to zero (Bertrand Leclair only saves the honor in Politis -week of May 13 to 19-in indignant silence of death lasts from early February and accompanied his funeral).
Like Bouvard and Pecuchet, Sancho and Don Quixote, Don Juan and Sganarelle, the couple formed by Simon Balard obscure writer, and Andros Laimb, author of thrillers and pulp fiction, the two protagonists are Ti Kreiz machine in motion a romance where comically summarizes the human condition. The novel as invented, mime life without merging with it. It would have pleased Perec and Queneau, two writers greedy illusions. Everything seems necessary and free, funny and tragic.
Each horns alternatively take the floor. He is playing with her. A woman gets involved, which complicates everything. Incidentally, there are beautiful pages that look at Ushant, its powerful waves, its thick fog. Sometimes it looks like a detective story, a diablogue. I think Nabokov, too, have found that the game is worth more than a candle. Alors, il serait temps de relire Suert e et de se perdre dans Ti kreiz .
21 mai 2010 
About Ti Kreiz , POL, 2010
Claude Lucas, by the irreducible
Rapahël Sorin
First there was a look, penetrating an unfathomable sadness. I discovered on the cover of the book by Claude Lucas, Suerte , published in the Terre Humaine, Plon, 1995. This stranger joined Claude Levi-Strauss, Robert Jaulin, James Agee, John Duvignaud, all identified by Malaurie. Ethnologists, backpackers, adventurers, writers. Suerte and its sub-title, written in red letters, it snapped like a challenge: Exclusion voluntary.
A quote from Emmanuel Levinas, placed emphasis, immediately put the bar very high, near "human nudity ... who shouts to the world's strangeness, loneliness, death, hidden in his being" . It was enough to start reading to not release this extraordinary book, between fiction and testimony, and persuade themselves that would remember forever. He crushed the literature of the most unlucky, complacent and early, with some exceptions (such as the poignant story of Alain Dubrieu, The Desert Iguana , reprinted in "The Black "by Gallimard).
Lucas had committed a robbery with hostage taking in 1987. Arrested in Spain, he was sentenced to eight years in prison for "carrying weapons". He spent six in English prisons harsh. Extradited to France in 1994 after two years of trial, he shall be sentenced to twelve years imprisonment. His six years in prison in Spain were not taken into account. A support committee, when he was locked up in prison in Caen, sent a letter to the president by seeking a pardon. The appeal was signed by publishers, booksellers, priests, artists, librarians and writers. Jacques Lanzmann, Alphonse Boudard, Paul Ricoeur, Germaine Tillion, Jean-Pierre Vernant, and many others, recognized the word of a new man. On Suerte he had retaken all his life, his skin.
SILENCE OF DEATH
Lucas published two short novels by Flammarion in 1998 Trail flowers followed Desert. The city of Caen, to award him his prize, had left his cell for a day! He was finally released and went to live with Helen at Ushant, his wife. At the opening of Suerte he announced what territory, after years of deprivation of liberty, he intended to live, "a parallel universe so similar to another" .
And that's exactly what he did for seven or eight years to produce a novel that is a real book to escape, quite confusing, as its title suggests Breton, Ti Kreiz . His publisher, POL, thinking perhaps (like myself, and I acknowledge my guilt naivete) that the reputation of Suerte enough to awaken Critics played counting absolute: no back cover hype, no biography of the author. We are witnessing the emergence of a unique book whose reception is equal to zero (Bertrand Leclair only saves the honor in Politis -week of May 13 to 19-in indignant silence of death lasts from early February and accompanied his funeral).
Like Bouvard and Pecuchet, Sancho and Don Quixote, Don Juan and Sganarelle, the couple formed by Simon Balard obscure writer, and Andros Laimb, author of thrillers and pulp fiction, the two protagonists are Ti Kreiz machine in motion a romance where comically summarizes the human condition. The novel as invented, mime life without merging with it. It would have pleased Perec and Queneau, two writers greedy illusions. Everything seems necessary and free, funny and tragic.
Each horns alternatively take the floor. He is playing with her. A woman gets involved, which complicates everything. Incidentally, there are beautiful pages that look at Ushant, its powerful waves, its thick fog. Sometimes it looks like a detective story, a diablogue. I think Nabokov, too, have found that the game is worth more than a candle. Alors, il serait temps de relire Suert e et de se perdre dans Ti kreiz .
21 mai 2010
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