November 2013
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Fear news from Ernest Hello
But if we move from fear in general to the fear of Jesus Christ in the Garden of Olives, we will find silence more appropriate than words. His passion is a series of excesses, many of which are unknown to us, says Angela of Foligno. But these sufferings, however terrible they were, were successive, not simultaneous. In Continue reading
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Gregorian chant is made for the liturgy
Excerpt from The Holy Mass, yesterday, today and tomorrow, quote from Mr. Dominique Ponnau, director of the Ecole du Louvre, Conference given in Le Mans, September 19, 1998. "I remember. This memory is for me a cultural and human reference almost every day. It was in June 1985, in Pont-à-Mousson, at the end of the conference Continue reading
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Letter to my friend Alvaro Mutis
One day in the 90s, we were walking down the street, leaving the Hôtel des Saints-Pères, and Alvaro Mutis1 stopped dead in his tracks. We were almost at the corner of Rue de Grenelle, and he said to me: "Emmanuel, I have the impression that we walked like this together a long time ago in a street in Cadiz. And we Continue reading
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Alvaro Mutis on the monarchy
The paradox, quite painful for me, is that I was already a royalist from a very young age. I could almost say, since childhood. My first readings of history led me to look for where the monarchy came from and how it worked. I know perfectly well that the monarchy, as I understand it and as other eras have experienced it, is now unthinkable.[…] Continue reading
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Excerpt from Le Hussard. Poem by Alvaro Mutis
[…] The hundred-year-old must of wine, which is sprinkled with water in the cellars. The power of his arm and his bronze shadow. The stained-glass window that recounts his loves and recalls his last battle darkens a little more each day under the smoke of lamps fed with bad oil. Like the howl of a siren Continue reading
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Night. Poem by Alvaro Mutis
Fever attracts the song of an androgynous bird, opening the way to the insatiable pleasure that branches out and crosses the body of the earth. Oh! the fruitless navigation around the islands Where women offer the traveler the fresh balance of their breasts And the terrifying sound in the hollow of their hips! The tender skin Continue reading