Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Annie - Guillaume Apollinaire


Annie Playden was apparently much too matter-of-fact for young, passionate, twenty-years old Apollinaire.
However, when she left him to move back to England, he grieved enough to write one of his masterpieces, La chanson du mal-aimé. 

This short poem, Annie, is about the impossible encounter with the love one. Apollinaire sets his Annie within a closed garden, in an imaginary Texas (roses, why not, but lime trees ?!). Distance is expressed by means of a religion mostly unknown in Europe. 
And loves finds its way through a very fragile link: that both of them wear no buttons on their outfits.

I feel tenderness and regret. Irony, also, and almost a sense of relief.
   





Monday, November 23, 2015

Language ! (3) Basic insults and swear words

Trou-du-cul
/tʁu dy ky/

Trrroo dü kü. Ass-hole.

The plural is a tricky orthographic challenge. I would say trous-du-cul (because there cannot be more than one hole per ass)
There is no way I could ever put it better than this : 




Saturday, November 14, 2015

Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité

It feels good to hear Barack Obama say those words. It feels good to hear John Kerry speak perfect, elegant French. It feels good to see the candle-lit windows, and #porteouverte.
For the rest of it, it feels bad. And a terrible déjà-vu.

Liberté

lee-bear-tay Freedom.

Égalité

ay-gal-ee-tay Equality

Fraternité

frrah-ter-nee-tay Fraternity


Something fragile we are all responsible for.