A short movie gathering pictures of what remains from the period Arthur Rimbaud was living in Roche ( Ardennes - France ).The big wall is the only "standing-up-memory "of those times. the house has been built on the field where the Rimbaud mother's farm was. Concerning the washing plant, A vivid doubt is still alive. It seems it has been built in 1886, right when Rimbaud was leading a camels caravan, carrying some 2000 rifles..Doubt feeds dreams and legend !!!! Music from Patti Smith, a great Rimbaud Fan. She can be seen, in a pligrim trip in Voncq and Charleville, in the excellent movie from Steven Sebring, "Patti Smith- Dream of Life" 2008.
Un montage de photos, représentant ce qu'il reste de l'époque où Arthur Rimbaud, habitait à Roche, dans les Ardennes (France). Seul reste le pan de mur, la maison a été construite sur le terrain où était la ferme de la mère de Rimbaud. Concernant le lavoir, un doute subsiste, il semblerait qu'il ait été construit en 1886, alors que Rimbaud était à la tête d'une caravane de 30 chameaux convoyant quelques 2000 fusils...le doute nourrit aussi les rêves et la légende !!!! La musique est de Patti Smith, grande admiratrice de Rimbaud. On peut la voir " en pèlerinage, à Voncq et à Charleville dans l'excellent film de Steven Sebring "Patti Smith - Dream of Life" 2008.
Dancing Barefoot
she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he
here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he's taking over me...
I'm dancing barefoot
heading for a spin
some strange music draws me in
makes me come on like some heroin/e
she is sublimation
she is the essence of thee
she is concentrating on
he, who is chosen by she
here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
could it be he's taking over me...
[chorus]
she is re-creation
she, intoxicated by thee
she has the slow sensation that
he is levitating with she ...
here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...
[chorus]
(oh god I fell for you ...)
the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
grave visitations
what is it that calls to us?
why must we pray screaming?
why must not death be redefined?
we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
and whirl on a pane of glass
an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
(oh god I fell for you ...)
Here in America, I am a big fan of the writting of the talented yet self-distructive
poet Arthur Rimbaud. It is interesting to see the town and the shops where he spent so much time...thanks you for sharing these beautiful videos.
Merci beaucoup mon cheri
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