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From an apartment in Sète in the South Of France.

wolf01 — Thu, 02 Apr 2015 22:00:00 +0000

My week in Sète, in the Languedoc-Roussillon region of Southern France, was quietly pleasure-filled. There was a lot to do and to see including the glorious city of Montpellier (the subject of a later blog) but there was also time to contemplate the reflections on water that I could see from my apartment. Sète, I think, is a good place to come to if you’d like to spend some time letting your brain find its own way home.

I had taken a small apartment in one of the main streets, above a shop and across the road from a small friendly bar. There was even welcoming graffiti (I hope) by the front door.

Sometimes it is good just to sit and think.

I was up on the second floor, far from street level up a long windy and, somehow, very French staircase that had the ability of making the mundane look as if anything was possible.

The apartment looked onto the Marina with its highly watchable environment of boats, fisherfolk and seagulls where you could be as much or as little engaged with the world as you chose.

It is, of course, in most of our natures to enjoy watching water and other people’s adventures in living with it. The busy fishing harbour was never without interest and I was frequently drawn out onto the balcony as an observer-spy.

The constant flow of the marine landscape outside, encouraged the inside of the flat to take on its own inner calm and it proved to be a peaceful haven except on the morning when a builder began work upstairs at seven in the morning. But then, out of chaos comes the calm, or so they say.

I grew quite attached to the little red leather chair which swivelled round to cater for my delight in contemplative fidgeting. I confess to enjoying chairs that allow me to change the view on impulse.

So there it was, a room with a view that was always changing with the light on the Marina’s Mediterranean water…

and a sky alive with inquisitive gulls.

High up on my balcony, I found the perfect place for my morning exercises where martial arts practice is a form of meditation.

and Qigong teaches you to salute the sun as it rises on each new day.

It was a good place to think of Sète’s great poet, Paul Valéry and his poem Le cimetière marin (see yesterday’s blog) and to use his words as a form of meditation.

Paul Valéry (1871 – 1945)

No, no! Arise! The future years unfold.
Shatter, O body, meditation’s mould!
And, O my breast, drink in the wind’s reviving!
A freshness, exhalation of the sea,
Restores my soul . . . Salt-breathing potency!
Let’s run at the waves and be hurled back to living!

Non, non! . . . Debout! Dans l’ère successive!
Brisez, mon corps, cette forme pensive!
Buvez, mon sein, la naissance du vent!
Une fraîcheur, de la mer exhalée,
Me rend mon âme . . . O puissance salée!
Courons à l’onde en rejaillir vivant.

Paul Valéry accompanied me out there sometimes but then there was my old friend Johannes Brahms who seldom leaves me alone either. As my chronological journey through the history of classical music nears its end, I took a recording of Brahms’ Clarinet Quintet with me holiday and, consequently, came to the end of my musical year, 1891.

Johannes Brahms (1833 – 1897)

Brahms, no stranger to depression, had decided that his composing days were over when he completed his beautiful String Quintet in G Major in 1890 but then he met the clarinetist Richard Mühlfeld (1856 –1907) and, luckily for us, fell in love with the instrument’s mellow beauty and Mühlfeld artistry. The clarinet became, for Brahms, the instrumental equivalent of the rich vocal tones of his beloved mezzo-sopranos. Luckily for us too, he was to meet another young mezzo too that year and his composing continued.

Richard Mühlfeld (1856 –1907)

What has that got to do with Sète, I hear you ask. Well, nothing actually. Except even though it was never intended, this wonderful music became the soundtrack to my stay in the South of France and a part of me will always see Sète when I listen to it in future. We don’t need a reason though to listen to this glorious music but I like to think that the Paul Valéry of le cimetière marin would have liked it too:

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Looking for fine art and finding poetry at Le musée Paul Valéry, Sète

wolf01 — Wed, 01 Apr 2015 22:00:00 +0000

Le musée Paul Valéry, Sète

One of my greatest pleasures in travelling is visiting different towns and exploring their art galleries. It was no different on my recent trip to Sète in the south of France and I soon found myself climbing the long hill that leads to Le musée Paul Valéry, an interestingly modernist art gallery built in 1970 that mostly holds paintings by regional artists like Alexandre Cabanel (1823 – 1889), François Desnoyer (1894 – 1972), Joseph Nöel Sylvestre (1847 – 1926), Herve di Rosa (b. 1957) and Robert Combas (b. 1957) with a small collection of masterworks by internationally renowned artists such as Gustave Courbet (1819 – 1877) and Raoul Duffy (1877 – 1953). That was reason enough to make the climb but as the gallery’s name implies, there is also a permanent collection of manuscripts by the great Sète-born symbolist poet and artist, Paul Valéry (1871 – 1945). That seemed more than enough to while away an arty afternoon.

Paul Valéry (1871 – 1945) – Self-Portrait

In fact, it was a pleasure merely inhabiting the splendid space with its wonderful use of both natural and artificial light.

There were many paintings by artists unknown to me from traditional and not always lovely history paintings, to landscapes not always as striking as this wonderfully tranquil painting by Courbet, an artist I had not associated with such Zen-like calm.

Mer calme à Palavas by Gustave Courbet (1819 – 1877)

Cabanal’s Young Roman is justly famous for its emotional gravitas and it was marvellous to be able to get up close to admire his meticulous brushwork.

Young Roman by Alexandre Cabanel (1823 – 1889)

I was also delighted to make the acquaintance of the joyfully extrovert and shamelessly garish Sète artist Herve de Rosa.

Concentré Sétois (1987) by Herve di Rosa (b. 1957)

Another Sète artist, and di Rosa’s exact contemporary, is also brightly unshockable and not at all worried about raising a few blushes from those who find some of his imagery a little too direct for delicate constitutions.

Fernande by Robert Combas (b. 1957)

Visiting Sète in mid-March, it was good too to see another Sète artist, François Desnoyer, whose scorchingly hot landscape paintings of his native town showed me just what might await any of us who decided to visit in high summer.

La porte de Sète by François Desnoyer (1894 – 1972)

Then there was a room of 19th Century academic history paintings which, to be honest, didn’t really hold my attention but I did find Sylvestre’s painting of the Sack of Rome sufficiently ‘Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer’ for me to admire its kitsch energy. He could’ve cast Charlton Heston as the young Vandal.

Le sac de Rome (1896) by Joseph Nöel Sylvestre (1847 – 1926)

The gallery had been advertising its new exhibition all over town but I have to confess that I didn’t know exactly what this Fata Morgana exhibition was going to be about. It was only when I got to the gallery that I realised that Fata Morgana is the name of a small but exclusive Montpellier publisher that for fifty years has been publishing beautiful fine art books of collaborations between artists and poets.

There were fifteen rooms full of these sensational publications and wall displays of some of the original artwork.

For someone like me who had come out for the afternoon to see the paintings, the day had soon turned into an event about poetry and art in partnership and there were so many riches on offer, I was soon worried that I would not have enough time even to skim these amazing works.

Pierre Alechinsky and André Breton

Michel Butor and Joël Leick

Paul Valéry

So after getting to the end of the Fata Morgana show, it was much later than I’d anticipated when I finally got to the room at the top of the gallery that was specifically built to house an extensive collection of Paul Valéry manuscripts. No matter how engaging the rest of the exhibits had been, the
Paul Valéry room on its own was worth the visit to the gallery. I don’t have the space here to say much about this fascinating man, poet, artist, philosopher and anti-Fascist patriot who is Sète’s most famous son. The room makes great play on one of his most admired poems which also happens to have a strong Sète connection. The poem is Le cimetière marin (The graveyard by the sea) which was inspired by the marine cemetery that lies immediately in front of the gallery looking over the Mediterranean – possibly one of the most beautifully situated cemeteries in the world. The windows at one end of the room allow you to see it from Paul Valéry’s viewpoint and I, for one, will never read the poem the same way again after placing it into this context. It was this poem that led General De Gaulle to call for the poet to be buried here after his death shortly before the end of the Second World War.

from Le cimetière marin

(The graveyard by the sea)

by Paul Valéry

(translated by C. Day Lewis)

This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame —
That sea forever starting and re-starting.
When thought has had its hour, oh how rewarding
Are the long vistas of celestial calm!

Ce toit tranquille, où marchent des colombes,
Entre les pins palpite, entre les tombes;
Midi le juste y compose de feux
La mer, la mer, toujours recommencee
O récompense après une pensée
Qu’un long regard sur le calme des dieux!

The wind is rising! . . . We must try to live!
The huge air opens and shuts my book: the wave
Dares to explode out of the rocks in reeking
Spray. Fly away, my sun-bewildered pages!
Break, waves! Break up with your rejoicing surges
This quiet roof where sails like doves were pecking.

Le vent se lève! . . . il faut tenter de vivre!
L’air immense ouvre et referme mon livre,
La vague en poudre ose jaillir des rocs!
Envolez-vous, pages tout éblouies!
Rompez, vagues! Rompez d’eaux rejouies
Ce toit tranquille où picoraient des focs!

My day of looking at paintings turned out to be much more about poetry so it was no surprise to discover that that day was to see a poetry demonstration in the town centre in the afternoon. The so-called canons de paix pour 3 millions de poèmes (guns of peace for 3 million poems) that meant quite literally what the title suggests.

Those guns for peace certainly scattered their poems efficiently, benign litter on the streets of Sète that made a strong impact on everyone who passed by – including the men employed to sweep up the remains.

Each piece of coloured paper is printed with a French poem, there for the taking.

It was a lovely idea and I was glad to finish my day of poetry picking up five poems at random, pleased to find that one of them was by Le Sylphe by Paul Valéry. I plan to make a poem out of some of the lines in these five poems as a souvenir of my trip to the excellent town of Sète where there is poetry in its very DNA.

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