Septembre 1923
- magazine : Broom
- numero : 52 - 1923
- date : 01 septembre 1923
- catégorie : Culture & arts
Sommaire
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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.
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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.
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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 -
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!
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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.
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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? -
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.