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Donall Dempsey May 2016
I DENY THE EXISTENCE OF DEATH
( for Timothy Ades​ )

Timothy opens
his mouth

and butterflies
fly out.

The room abounds
with butterflies

all claiming to be
Robert Desnos.

Words released
into a voice

" a soul
without a body"

moves amongst us
and moves us.

The ghost of Robert's voice...

"Bien qu'elle semble sortir d'un tombeau
Elle ne parle que d'été et de printemps,"

whispers in my ear...

"Elle emplit le corps de joie,
Elle allume aux lèvres sourire."

Carried high on the shoulders
of the voice of Timothy Ades

Robert Desnos
is passing.

I stand up
and bow
****

At the Bar Des Arts Timothy Ades  got up and read a funny Brecht and as I was priming the next reader he
suddenly announced that he was going to read Robert Desnos' LE PAPILLON and this glorious tone poem burst upon the air and I was lost for words. I adore Robert Desnos but had never heard him in somebody's voice before...the sheer joy of it( knowing what a terrible fate he had)brought tears to my eyes. It was as if all the happiness that ever was...rolled into this one voice flinging itself against death.

***

The lines quoted in my poem are from Desnos' LA VOIX

Une voix, une voix qui vient de si ****
Qu’elle ne fait plus tinter les oreilles,
Une voix, comme un tambour voilée
Parvient, pourtant, distinctement jusqu’à nous
Bien qu’elle semble sortir d’un tombeau
Elle ne parle que d’été et de printemps,
Elle emplit le corps de joie,
Elle allume aux lèvres le sourire.
Je l’écoute. Ce n’est qu’une voix humaine
Qui traverse le fracas de la vie et des batailles
L’écroulement du tonnerre et le murmure des bavardages.
Et vous ? Ne l’entendez-vous pas ?
Elle dit : « La peine sera de courte durée »
Elle dit : « La belle saison est proche »
Ne l’entendez-vous pas ?

Robert Desnos (Contrée, 1944)

****

LE PAPILLON

Trois cents millions de papillons
Sont arrivés à Châtillon
Afin d’y boire du bouillon,
Châtillon-sur-Loire,
Châtillon-sur-Marne,
Châtillon-sur-Seine.

Plaignez les gens de Châtillon !
Ils n’ont plus d’yeux dans leur bouillon
Mais des millions de papillons.
Châtillon-sur-Seine,
Châtillon-sur-Marne,
Châtillon-sur-Loire..

And so it was with even greater pleasure that we managed to coax him back to dazzle us with Desnos at The Keystone​ where he delighted many a monkey. We eagerly await his forthcoming book of Desnos which will be coming soon to a mind near you. Be prepared to be Desnos'd all over again.

What a pleasure it is to know Mr Desnos waking about in the voice of Timothy Ades.

https://youtu.be/znijbQvfJZs
Donall Dempsey Aug 2015
Timothy opens
his mouth

and butterflies
fly out.

The room abounds
with butterflies

all claiming to be
Robert Desnos​.

Words released
into a voice

" a soul
without a body"

moves amongst us
and moves us.

The ghost of Robert's voice...

"Bien qu'elle semble sortir d'un tombeau
Elle ne parle que d'été et de printemps,"

whispers in my ear...

"Elle emplit le corps de joie,
Elle allume aux lèvres sourire."

Carried high on the shoulders
of the voice of Timothy Ades​

Robert Desnos
is passing.

I stand up
and bow


At the Bar Des Arts​  Timothy Ades  got up and read a funny Brecht and as I was priming the next reader he
suddenly announced that he was going to read Robert Desnos'  LE PAPILLON and this glorious tone poem burst upon the air and I was lost for words. I adore Robert Desnos but had never heard him in somebody's voice before...the sheer joy of it( knowing what a terrible fate he had)brought tears to my eyes. It was as if all the happiness that ever was...rolled into this one voice flinging itself against death.

LE PAPILLON

Trois cents millions de papillons
Sont arrivés à Châtillon
Afin d’y boire du bouillon,
Châtillon-sur-Loire,
Châtillon-sur-Marne,
Châtillon-sur-Seine.

Plaignez les gens de Châtillon !
Ils n’ont plus d’yeux dans leur bouillon
Mais des millions de papillons.
Châtillon-sur-Seine,
Châtillon-sur-Marne,
Châtillon-sur-Loire..
Donall Dempsey Aug 2015
The forced march
from concentration camp

to concentration camp

from finally
Flohan to Terezin

the day before
- the war ends.

His soul is strong
the body weakened.

"Do you know Robert Desnos..."
"I am Robert Desnos..."

They recognise him
from his Man Ray photo.

Death allows him
the grace to die

as himself
once more

not this
nameless number

an animal.

He holds a rose
they've given him.

He holds on to it
even when it dies.

Refusing to let go
of a beauty

he can hold
he can touch.

His 'head full of
transformations."

The alchemy of thought.

As if a world
could be created

recreated
from it.

This rose is
cremated with him.

He is that
"unthinkable" thing

" a soul
without a body"

a dream
of words.

I speak him

to remember him
into being.


Leçons de ténèbres, literally translated lessons of darkness, is a genre of French baroque music which developed from the polyphonic lamentations settings for the tenebrae service of Renaissance composers such as Sermisy, Gesualdo, Tallis, and Tomás Luis de Victoria into virtuoso solo chamber music.

The tenebrae service uses the text of the Lamentations of Jeremiah, originally deploring the Siege of Jerusalem (587 BC) and subsequent desolation of the city, but applied allegorically to the three days of mourning for Christ between his crucifixion and resurrection.

https://youtu.be/4C8yLai1tHw

Les Ténèbres and Ténèbres, o Ténèbres are poems by Robert Desnos.

***
Early 1945. In the Czech town of Terezín, a group of prisoners are taken out of their barracks and loaded into a truck. The prisoners are silent, knowing the fate that awaits them; they are on their way to the gas chambers. Soon they arrive and are unloaded from the truck. Silently, they begin to move toward the gas chamber, the mood crushed under the weight of knowing what is inevitable. Even the guards are silent, having sent countless others down the same long walk.

Suddenly, a man jumps out of line. In an animated manner, he grabs the hand of the person in front of him and begins to read their palm. He says he sees lines for a long life, many grandchildren, and abundant joy. Soon, a person nearby offered his palm, and again the soothsayer forecasts success, happiness, and a long life. The other prisoners come to life, eagerly thrusting their palms towards the man, and for each of them he foresees long and happy lives.

The guards become confused. They have no idea what to make of this, even less of an idea of what to do. Their assignment is routine; they know the outcome and so did the prisoners. The man, a prisoner much like all the ones before that they had sent to their deaths, is crossing some line for them. The palm reader is creating a new reality; he is changing what everyone knew. He is so effective that the guards no longer have the will to go through with the executions. When faced with the stark proof that the people they were taking to their deaths were in fact living, and loving beings, they flinch.  They order the prisoners back onto the truck and took them back to the barracks.
Donall Dempsey May 2016
. . .leçons de ténèbres. . .

The forced march
from concentration camp

to concentration camp

from finally
Flohan to Terezin

the day before
- the war ends.

His soul is strong
the body weakened.

"Do you know Robert Desnos..."
"I am Robert Desnos..."

They recognise him
from his Man Ray photo.

Death allows him
the grace to die

as himself
once more

not this
nameless number

an animal.

He holds a rose
they've given him.

He holds on it it
even when it dies.

Refusing to let go
of a beauty

he can hold
he can touch.

His 'head full of
transformations."

The alchemy of thought.

As if a world
could be created

recreated
from it.

This rose is
cremated with him.

He is that
"unthinkable" thing

" a soul
without a body"

a dream
of words.

I speak him

to remember him
into being.
***

Leçons de ténèbres, literally translated lessons of darkness, is a genre of French baroque music which developed from the polyphonic lamentations settings for the tenebrae service of Renaissance composers such as Sermisy, Gesualdo, Tallis, and Tomás Luis de Victoria into virtuoso solo chamber music.

The tenebrae service uses the text of the Lamentations of Jeremiah, originally deploring the Siege of Jerusalem (587 BC) and subsequent desolation of the city, but applied allegorically to the three days of mourning for Christ between his crucifixion and resurrection.

Les Ténèbres and Ténèbres.o  Ténèbres are poems by Robert Desnos.

Leçons de ténèbres, literally translated lessons of darkness, is a genre of French baroque music which developed from the polyphonic lamentations settings for the tenebrae service of Renaissance composers such as Sermisy, Gesualdo, Tallis, and Tomás Luis de Victoria into virtuoso solo chamber music.

The tenebrae service uses the text of the Lamentations of Jeremiah, originally deploring the Siege of Jerusalem (587 BC) and subsequent desolation of the city, but applied allegorically to the three days of mourning for Christ between his crucifixion and resurrection.

https://youtu.be/4C8yLai1tHw

Les Ténèbres and Ténèbres.o  Ténèbres are poems by Robert Desnos.

***
Early 1945. In the Czech town of Terezín, a group of prisoners are taken out of their barracks and loaded into a truck. The prisoners are silent, knowing the fate that awaits them; they are on their way to the gas chambers. Soon they arrive and are unloaded from the truck. Silently, they begin to move toward the gas chamber, the mood crushed under the weight of knowing what is inevitable. Even the guards are silent, having sent countless others down the same long walk.

Suddenly, a man jumps out of line. In an animated manner, he grabs the hand of the person in front of him and begins to read their palm. He says he sees lines for a long life, many grandchildren, and abundant joy. Soon, a person nearby offered his palm, and again the soothsayer forecasts success, happiness, and a long life. The other prisoners come to life, eagerly thrusting their palms towards the man, and for each of them he foresees long and happy lives.

The guards become confused. They have no idea what to make of this, even less of an idea of what to do. Their assignment is routine; they know the outcome and so did the prisoners. The man, a prisoner much like all the ones before that they had sent to their deaths, is crossing some line for them. The palm reader is creating a new reality; he is changing what everyone knew. He is so effective that the guards no longer have the will to go through with the executions. When faced with the stark proof that the people they were taking to their deaths were in fact living, and loving beings, they flinch.  They order the prisoners back onto the truck and took them back to the barracks.
the Sandman Nov 2015
CC:
My cup creaks of ceramic
And you walk up smelling like cigarettes
While I'm smelling of coffee
That someone else spilled on me
And that's all I can think of-
Of how well we go together;
And how I want to go with you to
Your next haircut
So I can scoop up
All the fallen flecks
To remember by them the days
When They'd curl into your eyes
And you'd lift toned arms to brush them back

You are so different
From what Desnos and I imagined
But you're better still
Than that that You could be,
For you exist
                       -in my reality.
Each cup of coffee
Reveals more distinctions
And with each cup
I love you better.
the Sandman Feb 2016
never am i a pessimist
but you could never be
quite as dear and lovely
as you are to me,
and have been for each year
i have dreamed in wake of you,
without certain conviction or
form, for i never saw or knew.

Desnos and i have dreamed,
and spoiled you.
early 2015

— The End —