Pascale Petit’s art and poetry: The Survival of the Artist and of our World

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What connections are there between art, song, poetry, dance and all of us?

Pascale Petit has generously agreed to let me put her video about her art on my post. I was moved by what she says in it and I found many thought-provoking links and connections in it to my own feelings and experiences of art, poetry and the survival of our beloved world as we wander down paths that are not entirely self-chosen. I am curious too, about you, my readers, and what your opinions are? Please do comment – I welcome that.

Our animal selves, our environment and Pascale Petit’s poetry

The cover of Fauverie shows a hand reaching out to a black panther in leafy greenery

Cover of Pascale Petit’s Fauverie

I encountered Pascale on the internet and love her Fauverie poems. Pascale writes poetry about what she knows, the places she has been and what she has experienced. For me, there is something lovely and hopeful in the trajectory of a life that is lived through art, poetry and the natural world. Listen to Pascale read My Wolverine – its wonderful!

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The Vic en Bigorre Book Festival

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Clara and Ruth stand behind a table on which their books are displayed

Ruth Hartley with her books. Clara Villanueva is on the left.

A very pleasant and successful day

I thoroughly enjoyed myself and sold some of my books.

I started the day slightly bemused as we had just returned from Paris rather late the night before. Nick Inman, Clara Villanueva, myself and June Gadsby had a table together for our books in English and Spanish. This is the second year that there has been an “international books” corner. We all hope that it will continue to grow. June’s book aroused considerable interest – as did Nick’s and Clara’s

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Why English writers choose to live in France

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That’s why it’s so hard for me to speak French

Ruth sits a table against a wall outside a bookshop

Ruth outside the Glass Key at Montmorillon with The Shaping of Water

I love living in France and I enjoy learning French but I also love hiding away in my study and writing in English. It’s hard to get better at spoken French when my creative world is so concentrated on English – that’s what I tell myself. What about you? Are you gifted at languages? Is this a conflict you experience?

I am taking part in a French Literary Festival today. It has been set up to include writers in English – last year Nick Inman was there alone  – this year there are three of us, but the aim is to make it grow bigger and benefit more English writers.

 

 

The Book Fair – Salon du Livre at Vic-en-Bigorre

When this post arrives in your email I will be setting out my books on a stall at this book fair. I hope that if you live nearby that you will come and visit Nick Inman, June Gadsby and me. We will be delighted to welcome you. This book fair is taking place at the season of La Rentrée Littéraire and the award of the Prix Goncourt. In fact it’s about the same time as the Booker Prize. I never thought about the literary season until my publisher said that there are good and bad times to try to launch a new novel. What all writers need, of course, is that ‘Successful’ time when we sell well.

French Literature

French literature appears to be very different to British literature in the way it is regarded. The French take literature seriously, even reverently. In Britain writers become celebs for their personality rather than writers who are celebrated for writing. Even the book covers seem less important in France, which is not to say that many of them aren’t beautiful.

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Readers, writers and arithmetic for authors and storytellers searching for readers at literary festivals in France

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How do writers and readers get together?

They go to the Second Salon du Livre at the Salle Multimedia in Vic en Bigorre on the 23rd September

Ruth sits a table on which are her novels against a wall in the street outside a bookshop

Ruth outside the Glass Key with The Shaping of Water

A group of people arounda table eating an informal meal in the street

Ruth, John, James and Patsy have a meal with shop owners in the street at Montmorillon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are all  readers  and more and more of us are writers too. How can writers find readers? That means you and me of course. Well – here we are one week away from the Salon Du Livre organised by Marie-Clémence Duguet and what we need is you to come to make it a success. Please come and say hello!

It’s a new project – this is only its second year but from the outset there has been a place for writers in English. This year Nick Inman, author of A Guide to Mystical France will be a key speaker. June Gadsby, author of Rosa, will be there and so will I with The Shaping of Water and The Tin Heart Gold Mine. Apart from us and over 30 other authors, there will be food and wine. In Vic there is also a lovely bookshop La Litote run by Nathalie. It has a great selection, beautiful books for children, lovely cards, and my favourites – a selection of Bandes dessinées. My books are there too.

Book Fairs can be found all over France  – The Charroux Literary Festival

People reading books displayed on tables by the authors under a marquee

Montmorillon Book Fair

 

Book Fairs take place in lovely little towns and are great business for them as well as inspiring for both readers and writers. Harriet Springbett, author of a smashing YA book Tree Magic, went to the Charroux Literary Festival. Here is a link to Joining the Dots, her blog about it. Read More and Comment …

Falling out of Wonderland – Alice Backwards

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Alice Backwards

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (aka Charles Dodgson) – one of the most wonderful books of my childhood. I’ve written an upside-down poem about a book I love that has been beautifully illustrated by so many inspired artists. I hope you enjoy my take on it. To go with the poem are links to some film clips of Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

alice in a blur dress falls headfirst into a hole lined with shelves on which are innumerable strange objects and creatues with eyes.

Alice falling down the rabbit hole by Tanya Miller

Lucky Alice fell to wonders.

I fell out.

Lucky Alice fell feet first.

I fell back.

Lucky Alice dreamed of flying.

I fell asleep.

Lucky Alice swooped and flew, past the cupboards, past the rooms,

past the books, even past the jam-jars too!

 

 

 

Past the dust, the grime and soot.

Alice falls feet first down a hole with strange passages leading off it - her hair floats straight upwards

Alice in Wonderland illustrated by Lizabeth Zwerger

Past the laundry and the ironing;

past the cooking and the cleaning.

Lucky Alice found a baby.

Little baby ran off squealing.

Little baby was a pig!

Lucky Alice!

No more wailing.

I’ve been washing nappies

for a long time since.

 

 

Black and white drawing of Alice floating down past a bat and cupboards with open drawers

Alice by Tove Janssen creator of the Moomins

Sleep time comes and I start falling.

Up the tunnel, always backwards.

Even in my dreams I’m dusting,

sorting, finding, tidying.

This goes here – and that’s for you –

Save that! Throw that!

Quickly, quickly! Cook that slowly!

Books fly past me, pages flapping.

All the shoes and socks are odd.

All the shirts have buttons missing.

 

 

All the cupboard doors keep banging.

Dark-haired Alice with spectacles falls headfirst down the rabbit holehole

Alice by Marian Portela

All the veggies still need peeling.

Look! Here comes Lucky Alice sailing,

flying past to Wonderland.

Me, I’m always looking backwards

at the things I’ve left behind.

Was that clean and did I finish?

Then I find I’ve woken up.

Popped out from my rabbit hole.

Nearly sixty, tired of dusting,

somewhat grey and rather worn.

 

Alice floats feet first down a hole lined with bookcases and objects in glass cases - she wears a white lacy dress

Alice illustrated by Justin Todd

Whatever happened on my tumble

out of Wonderland to life?

All those cupboards, all that cleaning.

Was it needed? Is it missed?

Lucky Alice on her journey

off to Wonderland and Life.

Funny! Something still is missing!

Where’s that baby I’ve been raising?

Alice! Daughter! Where are you?