29/09/2019
28/09/2019
25/09/2019
23/09/2019
22/09/2019
20/09/2019
19/09/2019
18/09/2019
17/09/2019
14/09/2019
13/09/2019
Lutando contra, como diz Jean-Marie Drot, o apresentador/narrador desta preciosa e histórica emissão (veja-se o elenco de convidados), "a fragilidade de tudo o que é humano": APOLLINAIRE – À la recherche de Guillaume (Émission TV, 1960)
Cf.:
https://www.ina.fr/video/CPB83051961
En début d'émission, Jean Marie DROT explique qu'à l'origine le film sur Apollinaire a été tourné en 1959-1960, c'était "une guirlande" de témoignages de ses amis encore vivants : Pierre MAC ORLAN, Daniel Henry KAHNWEILER, Fernande OLIVIER, Philippe SOUPAULT, André SALMON, Marc CHAGALL, Jean MOLLET font son portrait. Jean Marie DROT donne les éléments importants de sa biographie. Armand HUYSMANS raconte le départ d'Apollinaire pour Paris. André SALMON et Jean MOLLET évoque la rencontre d'APOLLINAIRE et de Pablo PICASSO. Fernande OLIVIER, Jean MOLLET se souviennent de sa mère, Madame de Kostrowiczki. Arrestation de Guillaume Apollinaire lors du vol de la Joconde au Louvre. Sonia DELAUNAY raconte comment Apollinaire s'est ensuite réfugié chez eux. André ROUVEYRE parle de l'écriture d'Apollinaire. Jeanne YVES-BLANC, sa marraine de guerre, témoigne de son départ à la guerre. C'est un homme blessé qui revient de cette guerre. L'appartement de Guillaume Apollinaire en 1959, intact tel que l'a gardé alors Jacqueline Apollinaire que l'on voit aussi à l'image.
12/09/2019
10/09/2019
09/09/2019
07/09/2019
Anthony Hopkins reads Dylan Thomas's poem
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
06/09/2019
05/09/2019
04/09/2019
03/09/2019
02/09/2019
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)