creative writing school
Module 9: Text & Visual Arts
"These photographs show me, one standing on a terrace of the house, another standing in a coffee garden, another with my arms crossed in a banana garden. All this has turned white, because of the bad water used for washing. But I will do a better job in the following. This is only to recall my figure, and give you an idea of the scenery here."
Arthur Rimbaud: Letter of May 6, 1883, "Complete Works", 1972.
"The photograph depicts a schoolyard with plane and chestnut trees. It's autumn; some chestnut husks are on the ground. The photographer has captured children wearing black aprons. Some are playing, others are watching; those who are playing are using the bars. I am in the photograph, my position marked with a cross. I have just begun to run, judging from my position (this is what can be inferred from my stance, if one has even a basic understanding of the game of bars)..."
Jacques Roubaud: "Autobiography", 1977.
"The black and white photo of a little girl in a dark swimsuit, on a pebble beach. In the background, cliffs. She is sitting on a flat rock, her sturdy legs stretched straight out in front of her, arms resting on the rock, eyes closed, head slightly tilted, smiling.
A thick brown braid pulled to the front, the other left in the back. Everything reveals the desire to pose like the stars in Cinémonde or Ambre Solaire advertisements, to escape her humiliating and insignificant little girl body. The lighter thighs and upper arms outline the shape of a dress and indicate the exceptional nature, for this child, of a trip or outing to the sea.
The beach is deserted. On the back: August 1949, Sotteville-sur-Mer.
She is about to turn nine. She is on vacation with her father at an uncle and aunt's, artisans who make ropes. Her mother stayed in Yvetot, running the café-grocery that never closes. It is usually her mother who braids her hair into two tight plaits and fixes them in a crown around her head, with spring-loaded clips and ribbons. Either her father or her aunt doesn't know how to tie her braids like this, or she takes advantage of her mother's absence to let them flow.
It's difficult to say what she's thinking or dreaming about, how she views the years that separate her from the Liberation, what she remembers effortlessly."
Annie Ernaux: "Les Années" ("The Years"), 2008