Feu Keats (2021 – 8 minutes 10)
ce texte m’est venu lors d’un séjour à Ostende, après avoir relu Mariage du ciel et de l’enfer de William Blake – depuis toujours, mon rapport très fort à l’Angleterre de cette époque. et c’est comme si John Keats était rentré dans la pièce.et m’avait convaincu de le suivre. ..
aussi j’avais longtemps été intéressé par des chansons écrites par Keith Reid pour le groupe Procol Harum, Gary Brooker les mettaient en musique. leurs thèmes m’ont toujours paru hors norme quoiqu’assez obscures – souvent maritimes. on y repensant, j’ai assez vite imaginé ces trois morceaux mais concassés, usés, rabotés – selon la méthode utilisée pour Mt Geminy / Yannick Franck.
niveau des images, ce sont des plans tournés en partie en quittant Dover, l’année dernière avec mon fils, des plages en décembre et d’autres en janvier, des crépuscules, des aubes, Ostende..
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Feu Keats (2021 – 8 minutes 10)
this text came to me during a stay in Ostend, after having reread William Blake’s Marriage of Heaven and Hell – my strong connection to the England of that time. and it’s as if John Keats had entered the room and convinced me to follow him.
I had also been interested for a long time in songs written by Keith Reid for the group Procol Harum, Gary Brooker put them to music. their themes always seemed to me out of the ordinary, though rather obscure – often maritime. thinking back, I quickly imagined these three pieces but crushed, worn, planed – according to the method used for Mt Geminy / Yannick Franck.
In terms of images, these are shots partly taken while leaving Dover last year with my son, beaches in December and others in January, twilights, dawns, Ostend.
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I found myself in the room with John K.
thin, small, as I knew he was
chestnut hair, medium-length, curly. blue, deep, dark eyes
straight nose fairly strong, less so, however, than the one you see on his funeral mask
fine features but above all extremely mobile. rather vindictive but funny and full of irony.
and everything that he evoked, I grasped it
That’s how I embarked with him for Rome
behind us, the cliffs of Dover.
For him, to leave England is to leave Fanny
Fanny Brawne
Joseph Severn, our mutual friend, insisted on the series of erroneous diagnoses made on the spot by Dr. James Clark, he left him hungry, desperate, in agony
26 Piazza di Spagna
But I could not cope with it, so I had cowardly left Rome
He died at the age of 25
Today I have twice as much and I wonder why
born october 31, 1795,
arrived in Rome, november 1820
died february 23, 1821