Eulogy of the simplicity
In his acceptance speech at the French Academy, Buffon states this astonishing phrase: The style is the man himself. Truth surprising paradox: the art is not always and everywhere artifice, convention, costume? Of course yes! But how many times - hundreds, thousands? - Have I not found that Buffon was right ...
The paradox is not where you would expect, not in art but in man: the little man is usually a little liar and the public man is a great, a huge liar. Such people who speak only to defend or speak of justice are only greedy and unfair, like politicians or trade unionists who claim the defenders of small workers bent on making large fortune, and quickly, such feature which is built a reputation for charming Kindness is, without cameras and microphones, a very bad hack, and as Don Juan whispers "All my life I never met a woman like you" to that just let him know by complaining of her man that she wants to go, undressed, a couple of hours in the presence of this semi-professional surreptitious kiss. The artists also do this.
But the art of writing is different in that Buffon was well received: read carefully - very carefully - any work of writing the book be intimate of scribblers. I'll give you an example that is the exact opposite of Annik: If you read the novels of Mauriac, you understand that the author, which affects the sanctity formal and displays, is a disaster bustles infected almost all the vices that Satan, in his malice, created.
There is a very long time I know Annik. Two images to show it to you: Annik, in the sea to Cuba, taming the dolphins to the point of getting them to come and caress, and Annik, somewhere in Africa, managing to take a lion cub and papouiller beside the lioness that monitors and within range of a fatal scratch! So who is this woman of strong character out of the ordinary. Through means-simple - no words, no gestures - it conquers the mind of sentient beings by talking with the language of his heart only: goodness, kindness, generosity and simplicity.
Annik's style is just that: no effect free, no "have you seen me write," not these collections of tips and tricks taught in the schools writing American and others not, just simplicity. The pedants, I know in advance, this way to denigrate the sentences. So I will respond in advance to the contemptuous malice they have not yet said. I am an old man of the earth and my style is a reflection of the earth, sometimes dry as a desert, sometimes gay as a lark, sometimes sharp and attentive like wolves on the hunt, sometimes complex as a molecule DNA, sometimes calm as a pond edge. My style is earthy, that of Annik, it is stellar in that his books are composed solely of an accumulation of light atoms, and then all of a sudden, we see that it shines like a star.
But only the wise can see the stars ...
It remains to thank Annik have tapped into my work part of the plot of his novel for this story I discovered the true story of rescue of the Knights Templar engineered by the prior of the abbey Cistercian Cambron, is so amazing and so beautiful it deserves to become a legend.
In his acceptance speech at the French Academy, Buffon states this astonishing phrase: The style is the man himself. Truth surprising paradox: the art is not always and everywhere artifice, convention, costume? Of course yes! But how many times - hundreds, thousands? - Have I not found that Buffon was right ...
The paradox is not where you would expect, not in art but in man: the little man is usually a little liar and the public man is a great, a huge liar. Such people who speak only to defend or speak of justice are only greedy and unfair, like politicians or trade unionists who claim the defenders of small workers bent on making large fortune, and quickly, such feature which is built a reputation for charming Kindness is, without cameras and microphones, a very bad hack, and as Don Juan whispers "All my life I never met a woman like you" to that just let him know by complaining of her man that she wants to go, undressed, a couple of hours in the presence of this semi-professional surreptitious kiss. The artists also do this.
But the art of writing is different in that Buffon was well received: read carefully - very carefully - any work of writing the book be intimate of scribblers. I'll give you an example that is the exact opposite of Annik: If you read the novels of Mauriac, you understand that the author, which affects the sanctity formal and displays, is a disaster bustles infected almost all the vices that Satan, in his malice, created.
There is a very long time I know Annik. Two images to show it to you: Annik, in the sea to Cuba, taming the dolphins to the point of getting them to come and caress, and Annik, somewhere in Africa, managing to take a lion cub and papouiller beside the lioness that monitors and within range of a fatal scratch! So who is this woman of strong character out of the ordinary. Through means-simple - no words, no gestures - it conquers the mind of sentient beings by talking with the language of his heart only: goodness, kindness, generosity and simplicity.
Annik's style is just that: no effect free, no "have you seen me write," not these collections of tips and tricks taught in the schools writing American and others not, just simplicity. The pedants, I know in advance, this way to denigrate the sentences. So I will respond in advance to the contemptuous malice they have not yet said. I am an old man of the earth and my style is a reflection of the earth, sometimes dry as a desert, sometimes gay as a lark, sometimes sharp and attentive like wolves on the hunt, sometimes complex as a molecule DNA, sometimes calm as a pond edge. My style is earthy, that of Annik, it is stellar in that his books are composed solely of an accumulation of light atoms, and then all of a sudden, we see that it shines like a star.
But only the wise can see the stars ...
It remains to thank Annik have tapped into my work part of the plot of his novel for this story I discovered the true story of rescue of the Knights Templar engineered by the prior of the abbey Cistercian Cambron, is so amazing and so beautiful it deserves to become a legend.
Rudy Cambier.
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