Celebrating FIVE years on Wordpress

It all began with a poem in February 2013, Forest, or the Death of Romanticism. At the time, I did not know where I was going with my blog. I knew I wanted to share my poetry, as well as some of my photographs.

This article is a way to share my favourite articles on this blog, so feel free to click and have a read on things you may have missed. All links open in a new tab.

It was five years ago, and now, I think I am quite happy with what Writing One’s Dream and the Dream of Writing has become : a sort of map of my human and artistic experiences. I have said it many times : I am an amateur in both writing and taking photos ; yet, I think that you do not need to be an expert to share what you create.

Recently, I started reviews on books I read, including Despentes’ Vernon Subutex and Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. I also talked about series I watched, such as Dark. In the future, I would like to talk about films as well.

A few years ago, when in Ireland, I worked on an amazing project about the importance of money in society. After interviewing many people, I wrote a kind of summary of the answers : What if money did not exist ?

I loved this project, and I hope I can create something similar soon. The truth is that when I created the blog, I was still studying and had more time than I do now. Especially since I have also started writing a novel on Scribay.

I would finally like to thank all the people who follow me, comment and like what I do. It’s always a pleasure to see that my work is appreciated. For those who haven’t yet, you can follow me on WordPress, as well as on Instagram and Twitter.

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Ode à la neige

Ô cendres fragiles de l’hiver,
Vous qui dansez délicatement
Recouvrez la terre,
D’un immense manteau blanc.

Quel est votre pouvoir
Qui réchauffe son cœur ?
Dans le silence noir
Où il se meurt.

Ô cendres fugitives de l’hiver,
Dansez, valsez et ne cessez jamais.

La Boutique du Sommeil

J’en rêvais depuis longtemps. Depuis mes 17 ans, je dirais. Et enfin, après des années passées à procrastiner, j’ai enfin écrit un roman.

Enfin… le premier jet d’un roman. Il me reste encore à relire le tout, et retravailler certains points de l’histoire.

Longtemps, j’ai tenté de retranscrire les histoires qui me venaient en tête, mais je n’avais jamais réussi à écrire plus de trois pages jusqu’à maintenant. Et puis, j’ai découvert Scribay. Ce site est merveilleux : il permet d’écrire, en organisant les chapitres, et surtout, de communiquer avec d’autres écrivains amateurs. Il est possible d’annoter les textes, de les commenter, et c’est un très bon moyen de se motiver.

Chaque jour, je me suis efforcé d’écrire au moins 500 mots, et grâce à ce site, j’ai vite réalisé que les retours me faisaient beaucoup de bien. C’est ainsi que j’ai pu créer mon histoire.

La Boutique du Sommeil, c’est une sorte de thriller. Un roman policier, sans police. L’histoire débute avec un inconnu qui se dirige vers une boutique mystérieuse. Y travaille un jeune anglais, Ezra, qui va aider l’homme dans sa quête d’un “soulagement de la conscience”.

Quelques semaines plus tard, la propriétaire d’une boutique dans le Passage du Grand Cerf rencontre Ezra, et c’est une histoire d’amour qui commence. Mais le jeune homme est hanté par certaines erreurs qu’il a commises dans le passé.

Je pourrais vous en dire plus, mais je ne veux pas spoiler. En attendant, l’histoire (pas encore corrigée) est disponible sur le site Scribay, en cliquant sur le lien sur la bannière principale de mon blog, ou en cliquant ICI.

N’hésitez-pas à me contacter, ou à commenter si vous souhaitez discuter de l’histoire. Elle n’est pas parfaite, loin de là, et je reste ouvert aux différentes suggestions.

Souffrance – Poème

Perdu dans les profondeurs de ta tristesse
La plus sombre,
Tu contemples ton âme.

Bercé par le rythme de tes pensées,
Tu laisses couler les larmes.
Larmes de joie et de chagrin.

Tu aperçois alors la Mort qui approche,
Sa cape qui danse dans le vent.

Tu la laisses venir,
Plus près encore.

“Viens à moi”, tu chuchotes.
“Enveloppe moi”, tu implores.

Mais l’Ange te dépasse,

Et tu restes seul.

 

 

Adapté du poème Anonymous Inspiration

Book review #1 – The Vernon Subutex Trilogy

I first discovered the crude language of Virginie Despentes on some TV Talk Show. I knew nothing about her, except that she was a writer and filmmaker, and that I had been advised before to check her work out. So I kept watching the interview, slowly but deeply falling in love with her words. By the end of the show, I knew that I would love her prose and I decided to give it a try. That was about two years ago!

The second experience I had with Despentes was in a bookshop. I usually spend a lot of time wandering among the different sections, looking at book covers, reading back covers, and trying to decide what books to buy. This process can take hours. So I was in that bookshop, looking for a gift for a friend and after what seemed like decades, I was attracted to a yellow cover (a gut feeling of some sort). This was when I discovered Apocalypse Bébé. I knew that it would be the perfect gift for my friend or, at least, I trusted the idea I had of Despentes from the interview. I also knew that it was time I read something from Despentes.

Among the many books she wrote, I chose Vernon Subutex (VS) for two reasons : I liked the name and the book cover (Grasset Editions). I had had a similar experience with Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower so I decided to buy the first VS.

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I have felt an incredible amount of different emotions during my readings. Some books I have finished with the mouth wide open, overwhelmed with shock and excitement. Yet, I had never had goosebumps before reaching the end of Subutex.

So, what’s the story about anyways? The book follows the adventures of its eponymous hero Vernon, a middle-aged Parisian man, ex-record shop owner, who finds himself homeless and travels through the streets of Paris, crashing at friends and basically just surviving. No need to tell you more…

In the story, Despentes explores many themes which show some of 20th and 21st centuries’ lifestyles in the worlds of prostitution, trading and most importantly, music (among others). Subutex constantly moves from places to places and by doing so, discovers a lot about human nature. Spirituality and religion play an important part in the series, especially from the second work.

Despentes’ prose really helps the reader relate to the different characters. Our ideas and believes are continuously challenged as we encounter new characters. Every chapter is written with a first-person narrator and every character (many outcasts) has a right to tell the story of the life of Vernon Subutex. I was referring earlier to the crudeness of Despentes’ language. Well, what I love about this series is that it seems that the author really worked on each character’s way of speaking.

I absolutely love stories which are told with a stream of consciousness voice, and Vernon Subutex is a great example of this style of prose. Thanks to this process, we learn so much about the characters’ visions of the world, they speak with no hypocrisy and we have an exceptionally realistic portrait of 21st-century Paris.

This is my first book review and I am afraid to say too much about the story or the book. I do believe that everyone should read these books, in French if possible, as it is a great social and spiritual journey. I will end this with a quote from the first book which I really liked.

“La vie se joue souvent en deux manches : dans un premier temps, elle t’endort en te faisant croire que tu gères, et sur la deuxième partie, quand elle te voit détendu et désarmé, elle repasse les plats et te défonce.”

 

NB : next review will be on the work of Kundera

Purification

I.

C’est un secret dont je me lasse,
Une vérité cachée, hélas!
Qui se renforce et creuse la terre
Et soudain prend un goût amer.

C’est un secret dont je me lasse,
Un mensonge proliféré, hélas!
Il se renforce et sors de terre
Et s’élance dans les airs.

C’est un secret au goût amer,
Une honte cachée en mer
Qui me condamne à l’enfer
De quelque amour imaginaire.

II.

Il me faut taire
Ces amours imaginaires,
Ces amours interdites,
Cette vérité fortuite.

Il me faut taire
Ces pensées éphémères
Lors de ma poursuite
De rêveries interdites.

III.

Il me faut taire,
Il me faut taire!
Laissez-moi faire,
Il me faut plaire!

IV.

Voici le secret indéfini.
Celui qui me punit,
Et lentement me condamne
À la mort de l’âme.

What I am working on

(I wrote yesterday about my writings for the summer, and I said I was working on something bigger. I still don’t know where I am going to, but here is an extract of what I’ve done so far. This is not the original text, as I am writing in French but a quick translation I’ve done. Sorry for the syntax.)

For a while, I have thought that happiness didn’t exist, or that it existed only in fairy tales. I have, of course, had moments of joy, but I never thought these feelings would last. Isn’t happiness an eternal joy, the feeling that everything would be fine, forever.

For years, I denied the existence of happiness itself, and then I understood that we could decide whether to be happy or not. Nonetheless, I needed time for an epiphany to manifest itself.

It started few months ago, when I met a friend from childhood. Summer was almost over, and for the first time, I was to enter university. Some of the trees has already started to loose their leaves and the temperature had fallen. I was walking to university, smelling the morning fresh air. The sun was slowly moving in the sky, and clouds were threatening us with rain.

Baile Átha Cliath

I can finally, officially say : I am going to Dublin next year. I have been waiting for the official reply for a very long time and now, there is no doubt anymore.

I really wanted to write something about it because it represents an important change in my life. And so, I decided to seize this opportunity to make some decisions. In Dublin, I can be someone else. Of course, I don’t want to be anyone, I don’t want to change my entire personality, but there are some things I would like to do there.

Quit smoking : the most important one I guess. First, the price there is more expensive than in France, and if I want to travel or have a drink with friends, I need money. Also, I am really starting to worry about health. But the main point which makes me stop is that I don’t feel any need anymore. When I started, I wasn’t feeling as happy as I am now. Smoking was a kind of relaxing hobby. It helped me meet new people as well. But I don’t need that anymore : I am confident enough.

Anyway, I am really happy to go to DUBLIN !