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Jaquette Septembre 1923

Septembre 1923

  • magazine : Broom
  • numero : 52 - 1923
  • date : 01 septembre 1923
  • catégorie : Culture & arts

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  • The USA Cinema

    Just when the eyes of Frenchmen were tiring of the eternal sameness of the realistic drama—"slices of life"—when only the music halls could touch for a moment our poor hearts dried up by poetry, the cinema was born.

    par Philippe Soupault
  • In the orchard

    Miranda slept in the orchard, lying in a long chair beneath the apple-tree. Her book had fallen into the grass, and her finger still seemed to point at the sentence "Ce pays est vraiment un des coins du monde ou le rire des filles eclate le mieux . . ." as if she had fallen asleep just there. The opals on her finger flushed green, flushed rosy, and again flushed orange as the sun, oozing through the apple-trees, filled them. Then, when the breeze blew, her purple dress rippled like a flower attached to a stalk; the grasses nodded; and the white butterfly came blowing this way and that just above her face.

    par Virginia Woolf
  • The bare bodies

    Simple as a snake
    to the eye, but curious
    in motions. . . .
    In this a savage peace
    of foothills piled
    as green melons,
    of rivers walked
    by snipe

    par Glenway Wescott
  • The fountain of eternal youth

    History, history! We fools, what do we know or care? History begins for us with murder and enslavement, not with discovery. No, we are not Indians but we are men of their world. The blood means nothing; the spirit, the ghost of the land moves in the blood, moves the blood. It is we who ran to the shore naked, we who cried, "Heavenly Man!" These are the inhabitants of our souls, our murdered souls that lie .. . agh. Listen!

    par William Carlos Williams
  • Kabnis

    Night, soft belly of a pregnant Negress, throbs evenly against the torso of the South. Night throbs a womb-song to the South. Cane and cotton-fields, pine forests, cypress swamps, saw-mills, and factories are fecund at her touch. Night's womb-song sets them singing. Night winds are the breathing of the unborn child whose calm throbbing in the belly of a Negress sets them somnolently singing. Hear their song.

    par Jean Toomer
  • Do you fear the dark

    As your Aboriginal Ancestors did? From their leafy dwellings
    in the primordial trees they peered ever anxiously
    into a profound darkness teeming with imaginary terrors

  • Do you fear the dark

    As your Aboriginal Ancestors did? From their leafy dwellings
    in the primordial trees they peered ever anxiously
    into a profound darkness teeming with imaginary terrors

  • The gift beautiful

    What? What is to be?
    Roses or worms? Or roses and worms?
    Or is it seafood, snails, eels, mussels, clams and scallops?

    par Matthew Josephson
  • Memphis Johnny

    They carry him off in a one-horse hack
    and he won't be thinking of coming back.
    They CARry him off in a ONE-horse hack
    and he WON'T be thinking of COMing back.

    par Malcolm Cowley

A propos du magazine

Broom
Broom BROOM est une revue d'avant-garde américaine qui s'inscrit dans le genre des "little reviews". Fondée par l’éditeur américain Harold A. Loeb, cette revue se veut un "outil de défense de la littérature et de l’art américain contemporain qui accorde cependant une place essentielle à l’Europe et à ses innovations" .

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