The Blood of a Poet (Le Sang d'un poète)

THE BLOOD OF A POET

Every poem is a coat of arms.

It must be deciphered.

Nothing but blood and tears in exchange for these axes...

...faces, unicorns, torches, towers, blackbirds...

...half-stars and fields of azure!

Free to choose the faces, forms, gestures...

...tones, acts and places which please him...

...he uses them to compose a realist documentary of unreal events.

The musician underscores the sounds and silences.

The author dedicates this group of allegories to Pisanello...

...Paolo Uccello, Piero Della Francesca and Andrea Del Castagno...

...painters of coats of arms and puzzles.

Episode one.

The Wounded Hand, or The Scars of the Poet.

While, in the distance, the cannons of Fontenoy boomed...

...in a modest room, a young man--

Fleeing the painting and infecting the naked hand like leprosy...

...the drowned mouth seemed to be fading away...

...in a smallzone of white light.

Air...

Air...

Air...

The following morning...

The sleeper seen up close, or the surprises of photography.

...or how I was trapped by my own film.

It's dangerous enough as it is, wiping oneself on the furniture.

And he is right...

...to wake the statues with a start...

...after their centuries-long sleep.

Episode two.

Do Walls Have Ears?

Do you think it's that easy to get rid of a wound?

To close the mouth of a wound?

Open up!

You have one possibility left.

Enter the mirror and walk around there.

I congratulate you.

You wrote that we entered the mirror, and you didn't believe it!

I...

Try.

Keep trying.

Try.

Try.

The inside of the mirror led to the hotel of dramatic follies.

In the early morning, Mexico...