Alain Fabre-Catalan

Avec « Veilleur sans som­meil » (ain­si définit-il le poète), c’est un choix de poèmes cou­vrant la péri­ode 1974–2008 que pro­pose Jacques Ran­court, dans une coédi­tion édi­tions du Noroît/Le temps des ceris­es. Ce Québé­cois né en […]

Olivi­er Bar­barant pub­lie ici un nou­v­el ensem­ble de poésie. Il m’est sou­vent arrivé de lire l’essayiste, celui qui a dirigé la pub­li­ca­tion de la poésie d’Aragon dans la pléi­ade et est l’auteur d’un essai […]

Sam Smith is edi­tor of The Jour­nal (once ‘of Con­tem­po­rary Anglo-Scan­di­na­vian Poet­ry’), pub­lish­er of Orig­i­nal Plus books, and an edi­tor at BeWrite Books.  At the moment liv­ing in Mary­port, Cum­bria, he has sev­er­al poetry […]

  Home­sick for a home that is no more (that nev­er was?) she sits on her blad­der on an over­land bus. Start­ing off the inten­si­ty of a new expe­ri­ence had her take in every […]

  between shad­ow and sub­stance years of fear lie behind us, cages of pain, fun­gus-like dust growth, damp­ness of an amphibian’s skin, a dark­en­ing wing: but the length and cur­va­ture of the talons were […]

  Smooth cara­pace cool­ing his tongue imbe­cil­ic farm­boy licks and turns a white egg, swaps it for anoth­er from the dairy fridge, licks and turns. In the new­ly-seed­ed veg­etable patch a hen black­bird, nest […]

  with lark dots twit­ter­ing aloft in a blue-frac­tured cloud­scape the skin sur­face heat of fear when on strength­less legs he sets off between hedgerows of almond-scent­ed gorse to face the always unknown tractors […]

  A man of minus­cule tal­ent but much read­ing his were nev­er shy loves or roman­tic yearn­ings. Oth­er than with him­self he has to pay for sex, keeps a parade of sneers above his […]

  Eu presi­do a todos os enganos                                               os do céu os da ter­ra há tan­tos anos                           que nem o tem­po os lem­bra                                            Antes do mar fui voo Antes do sal fui mar e sede […]

Né en 1950 à prox­im­ité de l’océan atlan­tique et n’ayant jamais appris à nag­er, Ahmed El inani a choisi la poésie comme bouée de sauve­tage. Il a pub­lié ses pre­miers poèmes vers la fin […]