LE FRONT POPULAIRE VA AVOIR

85 ANS

Nous avions fêté le 50ème anniversaire avec le Centre Dramatique National de Béthune de Jean-Louis Martin-Barbaz en 1986. Vous trouverez l’intégralité de la plaquette de 44 pages contenant le texte et bien des commentaires à l’adresse suivante en libre accès gratuit car je n’ai aucun droit de copyright sur cette plaquette qui intègre mon texte.

https://www.academia.edu/44825965/36_Sans_%C3%89pouvante_et_Sans_Souliers

Loin de moi de faire un panégyrique du Front Populaire qui n’est plus d’actualité dans la société d’aujourd’hui tellement les choses ont changé, même si la lutte pour l’égalité de tous et la liberté de tous, d’expression de mouvement, de travail, de pensée, de…

Docteur O’Zoot & Compagnie

Michel Caubet & Denis Lecat

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Si Vous Voulez Briller En Société

(SVVBES pour les acronymiques)

Ne croyez pas qu’il soit si simple que cela de survivre dans la Gironde si on est une civelle ou une pibale.

International Society of Applied Psycholinguistics

LOVE IS A REAL ADORABLE CURSE

AN UNTELLABLE STORY

A dramatic Confession

THE NINETEEN STATIONS OF SARAPHIC LOVE

James Crittle, a famous pilot of the French Air Force, later turned university professor, on February 18, 2015, was found dead in full uniform Rue Montmartre in Paris. He had used some cyanide to put an end to his life. The French Air Force took over his funeral in Bordeaux, but Joseph and Magdalena Seth, two young people who had been his friends up to three years before when James Crittle stepped out of their life without any explanation, hearing the news on the radio decided to claim his body since he had no known direct relatives.

They are entrusted…

L’APOCALYPSE SELON SAINT JEAN

Jacques Coulardeau

UNE VASTE HISTOIRE PERSONNELLE

Il y a des années que je lis cette Apocalypse en anglais, en français, en vieil anglais même, et dans quelques autres langues. C’est pour moi le texte le plus mystérieux qui soit car il raconte une histoire très ancienne en l’habillant des couleurs de la prédiction.

Je vis dans le dragon autant que dans la bête. Je frémis avec les quatre chevaux et leurs cavaliers. Je tremble avec Babylone, cette pute céleste et divine, peut-être pas du dieu des Juifs ou des Chrétiens, mais d’un dieu quelque part dans une quelconque galaxie. …

THANKSGIVING 2018

Thursday, November 22

Illustrations, Annunzio Coulardeau, aka Hallah

The unnamed character in this long poem is trying to follow what is happening in his mind after the accident, after he fell to the ground unconscious when trying to get back up after tying up his shoe. He is entirely locked up in his own self and he is even seeing himself from outside himself, he is the watcher, and the watchee is there lying on the sidewalk and then later on suffering on a hospital bed.

The trauma is deep and brutal and he may have lost his own mind at some time in this descent into pain…

LOONY-LU & LULU

THE BELOVED SACRIFICED

TO AND BY THE BELOVED

A MYSTICAL PARODY

Jacques COULARDEAU

This is the love story of two people who cross all limits of moderation or even intensity to reach beyond into the land where suffering becomes pleasurable, where dependence becomes bliss because submission is real happiness. They get and find their inspiration in real life for sure but also in their culture deeply animated by all kinds of blood sacrifices from Jesus to the Incas, from Isaac to the Mayas.

These two, a man and a woman, do not believe one moment they are perverse or abnormal. They are just doing to each other and to some other more or…

SHADOW IN THE NIGHT

SIGIRIYA’S SHINY LADIES

Jacques COULARDEAU, French & English translations

This edition of the Sigiri Graffiti set up in a dramatic form about the fate of King Kasyapa is dedicated to those who made my encounter with them and the Asparas on the Rock face possible.

First Sujeewa who welcomed me on the Centre of Eco-cultural Studies’ base in Diyakapilla in July 2005. http://www.cessrilanka.com/

Second Sudarshani who lived at the top of a tree and always made fun of my love for elephants.

Third the monks of the Pidurangala Monastery where I had the opportunity to climb to the top of their rock and spend a full night with the…