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Shakespeare

Into the English sea

My first edi­tor, the beau­ti­ful Anto­nio d’Al­fon­so, had already told me, a few years after the pub­li­ca­tion of my lit­tle book, and in front of the silence that had been grant­ed, that I should learn to write in Eng­lish, the rhythm and oxy­morons of my sen­tences lend­ing them­selves, it seems, more to Shake­speare than to Molière.

I smiled at the time, see­ing myself head­ing bad­ly in that direc­tion. I must say that I have nev­er had a course in my life. Things were what they were meant to be, and I don’t think I was that much of a mas­ter of my destiny.

As time went by, the writ­ings remained in French. If I don’t think I will write anoth­er sig­nif­i­cant text, I stay with the small steps that are these irreg­u­lar prom­e­nades.

One thing has changed, how­ev­er, and that is the tech­nol­o­gy sur­round­ing trans­la­tion. Arti­fi­cial intel­li­gence is now also becom­ing so and, if it is not human, it suc­ceeds in get­ting the mes­sage across in anoth­er language.

So it occurred to me that it was a whim to trans­late my web­site. The web­site Deepl offers the first draft, and the Gram­marly appli­ca­tion refines it all. I have not yet decid­ed to pay for the pre­mi­um ver­sion (for exam­ple, this very text has 13 pit­falls that I can’t see unless I pay for that pre­mi­um fee). I am sat­is­fied with what is free. To trans­late my books is still far beyond bud­gets, sub­si­dies, and above all, the inter­est of others.

I don’t know why, there is Mars in the ascen­dant encour­ag­ing me to act on my appear­ance, on the expres­sion of my mask. In two or three years there will be Plu­to who will rise at the descen­dant, indi­cat­ing a poten­tial for the arrival of sig­nif­i­cant peo­ple in my life. In 2020 and 2021, I will also have the severe Sat­urn pre­pare the ground in the same area, but also the flour­ish­ing Jupiter. The sci­en­tif­ic mind will laugh at these expla­na­tions and will find it dif­fi­cult to see me con­sult­ing the omens of the uni­verse. It does­n’t mat­ter, because the very essence of my inspi­ra­tion is to under­stand the rhythm of beings and things. Cre­ation is first and fore­most a witch who will always have the upper hand over deception.

I have no goals, no ideas, no hopes. I’m liv­ing what I have to live.

The exer­cise is also fun and intrigu­ing. Read­ing in anoth­er lan­guage allows a dis­tance that is not with­out learn­ing. My inten­tion is not to write direct­ly in Eng­lish, but rather to increase the vol­ume. Who knows ? Help your­self, and the sky will help you, astrologer trou­ba­dours have always said. I thus have the desire to extend the hori­zons, to throw into a giant sea the few papers that will have served as lace to my thoughts.

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