The holidays are already here or arriving soon. For some, it's an opportunity to grow in sun or shade and wait, doing nothing (lazy ).
For me, it's an opportunity to "get rid of the rest of the year" and immerse myself in books with the same pleasure that I find, sometimes, to dive in warm water and turquoise .
In this connection let me tell you some of my recent reading I have much appreciated and who are current on vacation or when we are preparing to leave. The
Editions Transboréal in partnership with Baladéo (seller accessories for walks) had the good sense to publish a collection for some months dubbed "Little philosophy of travel" . "This collection gives voice to authors who, with respect to heart, are able to bring to him the elements of reflection accompanied by personal experiences. Are addressed both points of view on the trip - the motivations departure, writing - travel modes - walking, train, canoe - both sport - mountain climbing, martial arts - or art - watercolor, photography. " . In this collection, I read and loved two songs that I hope the other titles in the collection are in the image of these two:
- "The call of the road. Little mystic outbound traveler " Sebastian Jalade
- " Poetry of the rail. Little apology train travel " Baptiste Roux.
This title made me think of the documentary series "trains like no other" by François Gall and Bernard d'Abrigeon aired on television since 1991 and that can be found on DVD .
The book "Small collection of landscapes" Pierre Gilloire published by Editions The Surveyor is a little gem of personal geography. It reads the back cover:
"We drive for hours. The road never fails to get anywhere. The floor is increasingly degraded, the modern world is behind us, poles telegraph disappeared. The landscape is made of horizontal bands overlaid each with its grain and color. A soil dominated the plant, an herb whose colors range from lime green to green almond. steppe A horizon from which emerge from the hills isolated. Décor changing ... This morning, the islands floating on a cushion of mist. Time for me to take some pictures, and the steam has dissipated ... Here and there, the mineral takes the advantage, the grass gives way to vast expanses stony as the sun warms throughout the day. The air crackles. It is unclear where this has arisen glittering web that has just appeared. A salt lake shores bleached, or perhaps a mirage? In fact, a perfectly tuned and the other two layers as thin blades, one silver and one blue. Above, the sky is fringed with a few cumulus clouds. Unattainable mirage dissolves like mist in the morning. Lines is treated, the relief is used as softened. A serene landscape, without broken lines, no frills, almost abstract. Nothing moves, except the clouds and their shadows sliding on the ground ... "
By reading these few lines, inevitably there are other writers who have preceded Pierre Gilloire in this kind of personal geographies, and where landscapes and what they can inspire as thought and feeling, above all reveal our relationship to the world: Gracq course, but also Dino Buzatti, Ernst Jünger, Claude Simon, Julian Green, Gil Jouanard Pierre Sansot, and many others.
For lovers of stories travel, the time has perhaps come to read or reread Paul Morand, Nicolas Bouvier, Victor Segalen, JM.G. Le Clezio, Bruce Chatwin, Jack London, Georges Perec, Jean Grenier, Francisco Coloane, Michel Le Bris, all heirs of their ancestors (often travelers) were among others that Herodotus, Gerard de Nerval, Theophile Gautier, Stendhal, Proust, Pierre Loti, Joseph Conrad, Blaise Cendrars, and some poets, jewelers our world view, as Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine, Jean Follain, Emile Verhaeren, Leon Paul Fargue Eugene Guillevic, Louis-René des Forêts, Kenneth White, Claude Roy and many others.
Vacation time is, apparently, the time to empty itself. For my part, but rather the time to refuel: reading, travel, meetings. Rimbaud wrote "Real life is elsewhere" . I am often tempted to believe. Geography is first used to travel and cards are the passports of our dreams. Holidays it can also be time set aside cards that invade more and more the Internet, our mobile phones and our GPS to make us draw more cards, those of our steps, guided by the search somewhere else, especially if it is illusory.
"Do you know if we are still far from the sea ? : is the title of a work of poetry by Claude Roy, this could be a constant questioning in our search elsewhere. It seems we always end up returning to the sea ..
Happy holidays and good reading.
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