Emil Ost
79 nights and a cathedrale
Composed at night, under the Cathedral of Strasbourg, between two autumns, by the tormented hand of a contemporary bard, this is a unique and sublime work. A personal diary, a poetic outlet, an ironic monologue in prose, a journal of mourning, but above all a psalm of desperate love for an absolute and elusive woman... all the practices of discourse are mixed in this strange object, this "song of drunkards to drunkenness" which hardly fits into the established categories of literature...
(In french version only)
2024/140 pages
isbn 978-2-9593633-0-6
13 euros
Georg Leni
Oil portrait of a destroyed man
“How dear it is for me to recall the old days of Strasbourg! One of the golden periods of my life before, of those that perfume the whole life after, of those that end up revolving around a special person who becomes a pillar, in the fantastic vortexes of memory. At the time, I spent a large part of my days in the bars around Petite France, working hard on poems that perhaps I would never have published. It was in one of these places that I met Emil...”
(In french version only)
Georg Leni afterword by Emil Ost
Gaz-a Echo Chamber
« Georg announced to me that the time had come to finally put footprints in the camp, when he had arrived at a critical point in the writing of his play. This simple announcement brought several implicit informations that our entente allowed me to encrypt, voire: he could no more continue without seeing and touching the land of the genocide; he was asking me to go with him; and he wanted to leave as soon as possible, which meant within a range of a few hours to a few days. Personally, I was of course really interested in going there but I definitely didn’t have the urgency he had. Beside that, it was the period I was deep into the last corrections of my book and the idea of standing aside to freeze my balls off in the polish winter didn’t electrify me. But there was more indeed… »
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Lino Florio
Hangover fragments
Microsemantics of human noise
« Hope is the last to die ... well, we'll give it a funeral, if we have time ». Thus begins this aphoristic descent into the depths of the almost unsaid, of the intuition, of the misunderstood. A journey that promises nothing good in which the word, gesture of defiance, is turned inside out like a glove to reveal the countless invisible hands that mistreat it. Irreverence is a must, almost as much as humor; the silence is embarrassing, the echoes are deep, the void immense.
(In italian version only)
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Georg Leni
Returnable Empties
« When Georg arrived in Poland he had written The Ghetto since more than a year. We are talking about a short parable composed using both a biblical and an ancient storytelling oral style. One day he confessed to me he had composed the text in front of the Saint-Sulpice church in Paris, after a conversation with a close friend and a turbulent night full of the related dreams. The Ghetto was part of a group of tales composed by The Hole, The Prison of Mirrors and… The Camp! On the way back from Auschwitz, after a stay in an original underground hostel in Brno, he had added, last but not least: The Bunker. All these texts were initially oral tales transferred into the written form, until Georg decided to turn The Hole and The Camp into theatre plays. A 6th tale called The Wall joined the collection some weeks later, during a second trip to Berlin while a 7th one, The Trench, has been lost during a arson… » (from: Take that slam bro. Story of a catabasis, in Gaz-A Echo Chamber).
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