of the Elen and Alan
d' hiver 1996
|The tale began on
my 23rd birthday, the day where François Mitterrand was buried. January
11th, 1996. This tale ended on october 11th, the same year. Just before
an interview of Dominique A, in her hotel room. He played this evening
at Le Théâtre des
feuillants. My last interview. I met Elen at
a briefing for a student issue which I was the editor. She gave me
two poems, the stranger poems I never read, the more beautiful too.
She was the more intelligent girl I've never met, the stranger too.
She studied english at the University of Bourgogne, in Dijon. She
was the best of all students in english. I think, now, she has become
professor of University. It was the thing she wanted. During winter,
spring and summer debut, we gave life One Step
Beyond on Radio Dijon Campus, each monday. We
were the best, the stars.
I'd never seen her again since this awful day on grey october. Black
october. Red october...
this is the end,
only friend, the end...
|Insidious treachery. The
music unfurls like the waves of a reacherous ocean.
In the heart of a broken up instant, merges my golden boby into a
Inexpressible truth, driven into being of life, intrinsic contradictions
limitations. The organ's the limit.
of a dispossed life, stolen from its source. Harrowing
open sores, rending sight. Flows like water the bitter decay of
world. Unbearable stench of desolation.
Misty dawn. Please
let me in silence fathom the stifling dampness of your misty dawn.
The icy yard is the spy of evil, the great guardian of immediate
decay, and the curious, eager eyes of nature in the face of time
dug, from the secret places shroud me in proud disdain.
O wild cemetery, please open up your silken doors to me, your cruel
vain : never could the wraps come off. Even the sparkling sap running
ancient pine's depths won't have me remember the obscured potentiel
luminous life. The weeping pine of Youth is bending over death,
and its sticky
liquid on to the waving dark green grass that for ever the heavy
grey stone tombs will remain covered with is leaking, freezing eternity.
H.D. in the winter of ' 96.
Falling from heavens, falling into hells