mardi 6 avril 2010

Rest in peace, poor one, you've suffered too much too long.

 


Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Une vapeur d’azur monta dans la chambre de Félicité. Elle avança les narines, en la humant avec une sensualité mystique ; puis ferma les paupières. Ses lèvres souriaient. Les mouvements du cœur se ralentirent un à un, plus vagues chaque fois, plus doux, comme une fontaine s’épuise, comme un écho disparaît ; et, quand elle exhala son dernier souffle, elle crut voir, dans les cieux entrouverts, un perroquet gigantesque, planant au-dessus de sa tête.

(dernier paragraphe d'Un cœur simple de Gustave Flaubert)



6 commentaires:

Flocon a dit…

"Composé" dans l'urgence d'une sieste imminente le billet est mal fichu.

D'abord on ne met pas une musique en écoute automatique quand il y a une vidéo en tête...

Ensuite le rapprochement entre Eléanor Rigby et Un Cœur Simple peut paraître plus qu'elliptique si on ne connaît pas la nouvelle de Flaubert.

Je mets ce lien en attendant mieux.

Pas encore le temps mais je reviendrai compléter et modifier.

Flocon a dit…

Pourquoi chercher midi à quatorze heures, l'article de WIKI est aussi bien en français.

Anijo a dit…

C'est vrai que c'est elliptique. J'avais refléchi sur la significance et je reste toujours "in the dark".

J'aurais cru que quelqu'un d'un coeur simple et croyant serait plus contente qu'eux qui sont plus réflechissent.

Je trouve que les croyants ne sont pas aussi "lonely" car ils ont leur Dieu.

Anijo a dit…

Oh, merci pour avoir remis les 'ti poissons qu'on peut faire manger. :)

Anijo a dit…

D'abord on ne met pas une musique en écoute automatique quand il y a une vidéo en tête...

Pas du tout une problème. On n'a que metre le "mute" sur la musique qui commence automatiquement. C'est tout à fait simple.

P.S. T'avais parler d'un 'pic' l'autre semaine et j'avais mal compris. Je crois bien que tu parles d'un pic avec ton avatar. Pour le faire, tu n'as q'aller au "tableau de bord"

Flocon a dit…

Anijo,

The idea of this post came as a flash.

The two references (Eleanor Rigby and the short story by Flaubert) collided in a fraction of a second and I wrote it in the minute that followed.

I read A Simple Heart some 30 years ago and it always brings tears to my eyes each time I remember the character of Félicité.

If you read what WIKI says about her, you'll realize that Félicité certainly was as defenceless as a child during her whole life.

She was betrayed by her fiancé, she lost her nephew and eventually lost the only living creature she loved.

When she asks the notary where his sailor nephew is, he shows her a map of Cuba and tells her: Here is your nephew.

And since she is so immature she opens her eyes wide open on the point that Cuba is on the map, trying to actually see her nephew.

In the end, she dies alone with the vision of her beloved parrot which died years ago.


The ressemblance with the lonely people of the song is striking to me.

Same fate, same death, same useless and meaningless life full of despair and distraught.

The two women "believe" in God yes, but just in a formal way. They follow the rules and that's it.

Both gave love but none ever received love.

As you may have understood, there's also a personal hint with this post, as stated by the title. You may read it as a posthumous hommage.

Both Eleanor Rigby and Félicité are very strongly tied in my memory.

But each and everyone of us have our very singular memories, haven't we?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust is also a song by David Bowie as you know and it may, somehow, relate to the theme of the post.

Finally, I won't change the post, I could only undo it.

Thanks for the advice about the pic, I'll have a try at it.