“In a prostituted Paris I often see them of an evening, the ridiculous princes of night, the beautiful stallions.” What if the beautiful according to François Esperet was born of the nauseous and the unsettling ? Four songs from a first epic poem which are as many implicit tributes to William Faulkner or to the thieves of the New Testament. François Esperet Contemporary writer François Esperet has already lived several lives. Multiplicity doesn't scare him—he studied at the Ecole Normale, and was a police officer, a political adviser, and an orthodox deacon—but seems to anchor him in a reality […]
“The hidden white foundation all over her face, and unmasked breasts and milky arse.” Black, black is the reality of those night workers who, in a novel/poem, leave the reader in a limbo as beautiful as it is dark. François Esperet Contemporary writer François Esperet has already lived several lives. Multiplicity doesn't scare him—he studied at the Ecole Normale, and was a police officer, a political adviser, and an orthodox deacon—but seems to anchor him in a reality and a spirituality linked by writing, and in particular by poetry. Focusing on the intensity and absolute quality of his poems, […]
“The hidden white foundation all over her face, and unmasked breasts and milky arse.” Black, black is the reality of those night workers who, in a novel/poem, leave the reader in a limbo as beautiful as it is dark. François Esperet Contemporary writer François Esperet has already lived several lives. Multiplicity doesn't scare him—he studied at the EcoleNormale, and was a police officer, a political adviser, and an orthodox deacon—but seems to anchor him in a reality and a spirituality linked by writing, and in particular by poetry. Focusing on the intensity and absolute quality of his poems, he dives […]
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