Alain Fabre-Catalan

  The heli­copter lift­ed off and rose up fast and then fell and dipped over and down again and then high­er. I nev­er looked down; I was green and then white with fear and […]

  In her eyes only are his lucky num­bers, so he – old-fash­ioned as he is – calls her “sweet-of-my-heart, dar­ling of my remem­brance – “you have so many good songs to thrill then […]

  Ale­jan­dro sings in his sleep. He comes to my browns, my best reds, my store of ref­er­ences; he loves my young eyes full time he says and for all his fam­i­ly. His daughter, […]

  Pacos dar­ling, what are you doing in my beans ? or where will you go in the twi­light before the fair? The ques­tions hang on the mur­der tree; the leaves chal­lenge fear. Pacos, […]

Quand je l’ai aban­don­née au milieu des années 2000, j’ai écrit un texte d’explica©tion : ce texte est tou­jours inachevé : un (ou +) post scrip­tum s’y ajoute à chaque sai­son (ou presque) Voilà […]

  DE L’OMBRE A L’ECLAT, UNE SONATE DE L’ENTRE-DEUX      Véri­ta­ble com­po­si­tion musi­cale, le recueil poé­tique de Muriel Stuck­el déroule une sonate de l’entre-deux en trois mou­ve­ments : à l’ombre se faisant « Sonate de […]