Thinking once again of Jacques Izoard

Large painted envelope, tribute to the poet from Liege, Belgium
Mailed to Robert Varlez, his closest friend

Fragments of his poetry:

Let’s walk naked in the streets

What they say of blue

will kill the girls

Let’s turn the demolished houses

into boats

THE POET AND THE CITY

Collage by Guido Vermeulen around the book PETITES MERVEILLES, POINGS LEVES by Jacques Izoard for the event that will happen on Friday, June 22, 2012 in the former house of the poet.

TRIBUTE TO Jacques

A tribute to the French Belgian poet Jacques IZOARD (1936-2008)
One of the finest poets in the French language and a close personal friend

Painting by Camille de Taeye, Belgium
followed by a photo by GV with mask of Izoard, realized by Jack Ross, Belgium
Photo and book with cover by Robert Varlez, Belgium (his closest friend)
Collage in collection GV, also the one rejected by the stupid editor of this re-edition of 2 early poetry collections.

Fragment of one his stunning poems:

Jette un arbre entier
dans le puits sec et vide
Tu verras cent oiseaux
faire boule de bleu
dans la chambre immobile ...

Throw a whole tree
in a dry and empty well
You will see a thousand birds
making a ball of blue
in the frozen room

(translation: GV)

Oh, dear Jacques, I miss you, your presence and the golden light of your poems ....
(1 day after I became 58; thanks also for being a real and gentle mentor to French poetry)

TRAPS OF AIR

Large painted envelope for Laurence Gillot in France.
Around poem fragment from Jacques IZOARD, from the collection PIEGES d AIR, published by LE FRAM editions Belgium (a magazine also publishing books, from another friend of mine and a great poet 2: Karel Logist)

Translation of words on the painted envelope:

Do not cry anymore
Pretend to whisper
that the thread of water
has slashed your veins

THE RED LAUNDRY

Small painted envelope for Louise Kinner in Canada, around a poetry fragment by Jacques IZOARD who was one of my close friends. He died in 2008.

Le linge est un peu rouge
puisque les cris d’oiseaux
meurent dans les vitres

The laundry is a little red
because the cries of birds
are dying in the windows

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Izoard