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A review by blueyorkie
Capitale de la douleur by Paul Éluard
4.0
Poet of the first half of the 20th century, Dadaist, then surrealist, is particularly close to Aragon and Breton.
He opens the voice to artists' commitment: he defends an active artistic practice to make social change in "the right direction" towards his desired goal.
He navigates around the communist party, ending up excluded from it.
The Capital of Pain is his first published collection. He expresses both his ill-being and love, sometimes crazy, sometimes jaded. Yet, these texts are optimistic; he seeks happiness beyond the lassitude surrounding him. He will at least see it if he only finds it temporarily in a woman's arms, a painting, or among friends. I like these almost joyful flashes entangled in much darker texts.
He undoubtedly knew that Gala was moving away from him. Their story will end when she settles down with Dali. But for the moment, a naked bond still navigates between them. He dissects this link in "love, poetry" before giving up.
I adore his world vision even more than this doomed love: he paints a dark portrait but hopes he can change it. I read Confidence in Humanity, which will always surprise me.
He opens the voice to artists' commitment: he defends an active artistic practice to make social change in "the right direction" towards his desired goal.
He navigates around the communist party, ending up excluded from it.
The Capital of Pain is his first published collection. He expresses both his ill-being and love, sometimes crazy, sometimes jaded. Yet, these texts are optimistic; he seeks happiness beyond the lassitude surrounding him. He will at least see it if he only finds it temporarily in a woman's arms, a painting, or among friends. I like these almost joyful flashes entangled in much darker texts.
He undoubtedly knew that Gala was moving away from him. Their story will end when she settles down with Dali. But for the moment, a naked bond still navigates between them. He dissects this link in "love, poetry" before giving up.
I adore his world vision even more than this doomed love: he paints a dark portrait but hopes he can change it. I read Confidence in Humanity, which will always surprise me.