Morceau choisi #255 William Merritt Chase, Peonies, avant 1889

William Merritt Chase, Peonies, avant 1889, pastel sur papier, 48 x 48 cm, Chicago, Terra Foundation for American Art

Morceau choisi #252 Radiohead, A Reminder, Airbag

If I get old, I will not give in
But if I do, remind me of this.
Remind me that, once I was free,
Once I was cool, once I was me.

And if I sat down, and crossed my arms,
Hold me into, this song.

Knock me out, smash out my brains,

If I take a chair, start to talk shit…..

If I get old, remind me of this:
That night we kissed, and I really meant it.

Whatever happens, if we’re still speaking.
Pick up the phone, play me this song.

Morceau choisi #251 Andrée Chedid, Oser encore, Au cœur du cœur

Oser encore

Oser encore recourir au visage
Oser encore

Que brasses-tu, ami, qui ne s’écarte?
Où souhaiter la tendre halte
Si ce n’est avec l’autre
Plus d’une fois accordé?

Quel chemin, ami, ne se conteste?
Quel chant ne rompt le tocsin?
En quelle terre fugace reprendre vie,
Si ce n’est en l’autre
Par-delà le soupçon?

Oser encore recourir à l’espoir
Oser encore

Porter l’instant et le rendre à lui-même
Répondre quel qu’il soit
Au baiser de la terre,

Vouloir ce plus loin dont on ne sait le nom.

Morceau choisi #250 José González, Teardrop (reprise Massive Attack)

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsions
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine, night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

You’re stumbling in the dark
You’re stumbling in the dark

Morceau choisi #248 Marguerite Duras, Écrire, 1993, Parc de la Villette (photographie).

Marguerite Duras, 1993

Morceau choisi #247 Xavier Dolan, Laurence Anyways, 2012

Frimaire

Les saisons tombent des arbres
Son dos dort contre une peau de pêche tranquille
Elle habite un lieu qui a mal à l’espoir
Où notre passé dort à la porte comme un petit animal
Dans sa maison de briques blanches
ON A PEINT DE ROSE UN ENDROIT
PENSANT RENDRE SERVICE A L’ENNUI

Morceau choisi #246 André Kertész – Distorsion #98, 1933

André Kertész, Distorsion #98, 1933.

Morceau choisi #244 Eloi Fouche, Misère, chat dévorant les détritus, 1900

Eloi Fouche, Misère, chat dévorant les détritus, 1900, pastel sur papier, dimensions et localisation inconnues.

Morceau choisi #243 Edmund Tarbell, The Blue Veil, 1899

Edmund Tarbell,The Blue Veil, 1899, huile sur toile, 73.7 x 61 cm, USA, Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco

Morceau choisi #241 Fyfe, Solace

I’m hardly known in the neighbourhood
But I can’t help feeling like I’ve been misunderstood.
Right to my bones, yes my sinew shook,
I feel this ground is breaking, nothing is there underfoot

Living isn’t easy, when you’ve been free and it’s taken away
I will lay my head down, until some sense has been found.

Days on days, looking back I lay,
I know I’m insecure but I’ve been wasting away.
Solace comes like I hoped it would,
Love has overcome things I didn’t know that it could.

Living isn’t easy, when you’ve been free and it’s taken away
I will lay my head down, until some sense has been found.