PREVERT (Jacque s). 2 autograph poems signed,... - Lot 135 - Osenat

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PREVERT (Jacque s). 2 autograph poems signed,... - Lot 135 - Osenat
PREVERT (Jacque s). 2 autograph poems signed, with general autograph title "The Gay Paris", in all on 6 pp. large folio. Pieces of verses published in December 1953 in n° 10 of the review Lettres nouvelles. Then entitled "Chronique théâtrale" and "Art abstrus", they were part of a suite of 4 poems under the general title, as here, of "The Gay Paris". They were integrated with variations in 1955 in his collection La Pluie et le beau temps, but without a general title, "The Gay Paris" becoming the new special title of "Chronique théâtrale". "CHRONIQUE THÉÂTRALE" (2 pp. 1/4 large in-folio). Ironic text alluding to a play by Gabriel Marcel, Le Chemin de crête, premiered in the Vieux-Colombier on November 4, 1953. "« ... - What a salubrious and salubrious evening! - Ah! there it is, the perfect new realism of ideas! - Yes, life itself, the real... - – ... Ours, so hard to live but so beautiful to think about. - And how small a man is when the theatre is big! - Exactly right, here you are, I, who have been so conscientiously but masterfully bored, sometimes I have felt at home, in family, at home. - What a lesson for television!... " " ART ABSTRUCTED " (1 p. 1/4 large in-folio). Jacques Prévert would add another nine lines to the text for publication in La Pluie et le beau temps. "Unpleasantly surprised to live barely satisfied with not being dead, he never speaks to life ... Yet iron sunflowers flutter in Provence in Calder's gardens yet under the rain against a telegraph pole a bicycle of Braque says thank you to the lightning yet Claude and Paloma Picasso do not bother to push the frame to get out of the painting alive yet the Sleeping Bohemian still dreams to the customs officer Rousseau yet the sun's rays still wound the late bird of Miró's landscapes yet in Florence this breath of flowers painted between the lips of Boticelli's face still has the same scent as Vivaldi's spring. »
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