Armel Guerne, real inhabitant of language, heated to white heat of this highly nourishing Poetry Word, stew milk of the Word, was born in Morges, Switzerland, April 1, 1911 and died October 9, 1980 in Marmande in the Lot- et-Garonne. Poet and translator among other great Yasunari Kawabata, Hölderlin, Novalis, Heinrich von Kleist, Martin Buber (for Hasidic stories gathered by the latter), etc. Armel Guerne wrote as they light signal fires on the mountains. Berger's speech, it was engulfed body and soul in the peel of words, in the beauty of their thick black blood in the golden mouth that resurrects the forgotten grandeur.
Grand Germanist, he was able to give back to the figure of Romanticism too hackneyed, its powerful breath of paramount insurrection highlighting the refusal of the poor and baseness which is partly the momentum of the soul, of the soul rebelled.
Here is what he said: "The great refusal laid before your deployed forces and brandies, vain and relentlessly. All the horrors, rape, arrogance, injustice, all the ferocity, the terrible escalation of all fonts, persecution, cunning, torture, the obvious and the secret of your barbarism open our relevance of living beings, offset by our refusal which receives as a tribute; all your hardships finally shattered against our hardest hardness. "
Resistant during the Second World War, he was arrested by the Gestapo in 1943. When the killers of every word and captured the truth, he and his wife, Armel Guerne refused to answer in German to his torturers. Bureaucrats crime then showed him a copy of Novalis translated by him.
Armel Guerne replied sharply: "No, of course: it's me. But I forgot the language of the day the Germans crossed the border without passports. "
If this is not courage, and more that can be sparkling, so that tells me what it is.
The verdict of the executioners was clear: deportation to Buchenwald. During the journey, he managed to escape the train with other galley companions.
Upon his return to France, after many tribulations, he devoted himself entirely to testify for the creation and especially for the poetic word, the creative source of choice: survival of brook in the dead waters that always surround the powerless swallow completely.
He also talked with the Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran, increased correspondence. Nihilism Cioran, Armel Guerne replied, in a letter dated 1978, with these words: "There is not much reason to live, I admit, but there are infinitely many do not die if only all those who conspire to make us die! "
The valuable information that I got over here, were drawn to the beautiful preface by Stéphane Barsacq that opens The Soul insurgent, this essential work whose light can sévader retinal once what sy is stuck; this word that does not Soublie and nothing nabolira as his fire is perennial and fruit of liberty.
Grand living, Armel Guerne is not really dead. This man who testified with unusual strength so vivid and blazes the Word in us, can not be erased by the Night. Ardent defender of Mystery in a pedant who claimed world and claims to still be able to explain everything, lowering his miserable enigma any yardstick, Armel Guerne probably established his new hermitage in a place that it is not given us to know.
So let the smuggler now express themselves without equal:
"[] Should never forget it, life is not a state but a risk, and that opens more and more. Grandiose. A conquest which nen ends. A trip to the sense that Schubert certainly lived but an uncertain and hard journey, measurement of those, and only those who are able to walk.
It is better, believe me, do not rely too much on intellectuals ruminants that live on the farm, raking hay and straw harvested their knowledge. Cabinet men, let me tell you, do not make good traveling companions.
Stranger open wind! "(The Soul in insurgent, p. 29)
Thibault Marconnet
23/03/2014
