STONE MASSOT "BOOKS" PARIS-JOURNAL
" Carnival is not a theory of sensual lyric-pages rather than an excuse to fake backdrops. There are two souls hidden, hung up pathetic that unmask, in a fresh atmosphere and veiled, mysterious and simmering. Everything is dark, half light, allusions, cool ... no fists on the table or dot the i "To suggest, evoke, that's the dream," said Mallarmé, the great prophet. Here is the style: "The first hand to the neck, she takes her lip, she bites him and then abandons her mouth. He enters like a pink wet and drunk." Here's the charm: "Germaine said: "I'll put a little pink dress. "In fact her dress is black." (1) new tone. No bragging does not spoil the amorality that is delicate, cold, pinched like a jacket of Edouard de Max. Carnival carries with it the seeds of our generation: skepticism, ether, opium, jazz, cocktails have a place perfectly justified. It is also proof by 9 an admirable talent that I am proud to salute in passing. Mireille Havet, little sister, I bring you strange figure bent over a whiskey at the Ox on the roof, when Wancai [sic] (2)
throws his whole soul to people who are not worthy of such sacrifice. And I offer as the epigraph of Ducasse: "Sad as the universe, as beautiful as suicide." (3)
is to stand Claire Paulhan, last April, I bought the new volume of the Journal Mireille Havet covering the years 1927 and 1928. It is in this volume we discover the encounter with Robbie Mireille Havet (4) who was the wife of Pierre de Massot and that he "offered" unwisely to the author of
Carnival. [I should note here, soon, an extract of My body, this sweet demon which evokes this sense of Massot gift that poisoned him for months]. Terrible volume as this, where one follows the inexorable descent into hell Mireille Havet who desperately crazy in those years took advantage of any remission in his disease that could bring him his trips outside the capital (Nice, Cannes , New York, Oily ...) for any body soon submit an already devastated the relentless combined effects of heroin, opium and cocaine. On 15 December 1927, Mireille is at Georges Claretie
son of Julius Claretie [which is George, who is Jules, who is Leo?] (5), discrete signatory L'Oeil cacodylate She claims to have "sought Robbie" This very day she met Jacques Rigaut and Georges Auric. One imagines Mireille Havet very tired, walking without any assurance on the streets of Paris and elsewhere. One can imagine the vile flash that brought him even more vile excipients. One imagines Mireille Havet head oriented too distant stars. The language of Mireille Havet is probably terrible and hopeless, but it is beautiful.
(1) We must pay tribute to René Crevel, who was probably the first to have highlighted the figure of speech used by Mireille Havet - whose de Massot "remembered" nearly a month later. Rene Crevel is that, in fact, begins his article on Carnival Mireille Havet stressing that figure. [Rene Crevel in Literary News, October 6, 1923].
(2) [sic] De Massot evokes, most likely, saxophonist (and banjo player in his day) Vance Lowry, which Michel Leiris hesitate not to sell the gifts they offered him during his first communion in order to frequent the trendy bars of his time. Leiris recalls elsewhere in Biffures Vance Lowry was "one of the first musicians to be Negroes came to France."
(3) A complete sentence Lautréamont is: "You have to be powerful, because you have a figure more than human, as sad as the universe, as beautiful as suicide ... "Canto I, 13.
(4) "4 o'clock in the morning. Saturday, July 14, 1928. Dirty bitch. Junk. Bitch. It t'injuriant immediately that I wake, Robbie small. Junk in my life that I loved, who loved me so much, supposedly, when we fell asleep at this hour, you see, at dawn, and still regret it looked from you too (dirty actress also, no doubt), because until then, we loved each other, renewing our vows of love hugs and protests and expensive project for the summers after and forever! . [Mireille Havet, Journal 1927-1928, Editions Claire Paulhan, Paris, 2010, p. 225].
(5) Answer will be given in a future post.
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