“Music is like a bottle in the sea, it is a proposition of something, of the implicit. While the word has a meaning, it imposes something more explicit. » Saturday May 4, 2024, in the courtyard of the Cordeliers convent, lawyer Bertrand Périer compares oratory to music, during a meeting with Jean-Yves Clément, artistic director of the Nohant Chopin Festival and the Lisztomanias . But, just like music, “a great orator, when he stops talking, his words continue to nourish us”.
From words to notes
From words to notes, the Envolée des livres made the connection by offering, on Sunday morning, “aperitif and musical poetic readings”, in the Cordeliers cloister. Accompanied by Franck Ciup on the piano and Nathalie Charmoy on the cellos, the authors took turns on stage, to declaim some passages from their works.
“A true philosopher is above all a child who blows bubbles. » Éric Poindron, first speaker and master of ceremonies this morning, completes a first extract from his text – “an unpublished piece about a part of world history, from Genesis to somewhere in the 2000s” –, and the soft and powerful sound of the piano is heard, wonderfully followed by that of the cello.
“It was May, it was the very morning of the deconfinement, following the epidemic of winter 2020 and, Paris not having yet resumed its ordinary rhythm, I could fully savor the atmosphere of the capital removed from its usual hustle and bustle. » Listening to Denis Grozdanovitch, a glass of orange juice or valençay in hand, graciously served by the organizers, the fifty spectators enjoy the confined atmosphere of the cloister while, outside, it can pour.
A next measure, it is up to Jérôme Leroy to present three poems from his collection And dozens of golden summers. In the background music, the piano makes a small place, while the poet chants his Museum of Last Times. “One day the curator will blow everything up, with him in it. We will deplore this extreme act. Everyone will say they wanted to visit the museum one last time the last few times. » An effect of gloomy weather? Sunday spleen? Even the music is melancholy. The rain stops, Alexia Stresi talks about Tomorrows that singhope returns.
