Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

Soljenitsyne: sa vie retrace l'histoire de la Russie

 

par  RFI

Nadwah - Hong Kong

Article publié le 04/08/2008 Dernière mise à jour le 04/08/2008 à 14:25 TU

 

 

L'écrivain russe Alexandre Soljenitsyne s'est éteint dans la nuit des suites d'une insuffisance cardiaque. Il avait 89 ans. C'est lui qui, le premier, a révélé au monde entier la réalité de l'univers concentrationnaire soviétique. Parmi ses oeuvres les plus célèbres, L'Archipel du goulag, Une journée d'Ivan Denissovitch ou encore Le premier cercle. Sa dépouille sera exposée demain à l'Académie des Sciences de Moscou. Il sera inhumé mercredi 6 août au cimetière du monastère Donskoï à Moscou. Un lieu qu'Alexandre Soljenitsyne avait lui-même choisi de son vivant.

Alexandre Soljenitsyne est né en 1918, un an après la Révolution d'octobre qui lance la Russie sur la route du communisme. Très tôt, cet orphelin de père, passionné de mathématiques, épouse la cause révolutionnaire. Au début de la seconde guerre mondiale, il défend l'URSS contre l'invasion des troupes nazies et se distingue par son courage.

En 1945, une lettre où il critique Staline est découverte par la censure militaire. Il est condamné à huit ans de détention. Soljenitsyne passe une partie de ces années dans un camp de travail au Kazakhstan, comme les 15 millions de Russes victimes des goulags. Ce sera pour lui un traumatisme. Dès sa libération, il se met à raconter l'horreur des camps.

La déstalinisation qui s'installe à partir de 1956 lui permet de publier son premier roman, Une journée dans la vie d'Ivan Denissovitch. C'est un retentissement en Russie et dans le monde. En 1970, il obtient le prix Nobel de littérature. Ce succès est vécu comme une menace par le pouvoir soviétique. Pour continuer à publier, l'écrivain doit s'exiler. Ce sera l'Allemagne, la Suisse puis les Etats-Unis où il s'établit en 1976.

Soljenitsyne attendra la dislocation de l'URSS pour revenir sur sa terre natale en 1994.

 

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