Season 10 #82

Here comes September and the news for this new season.

First, to talk to you again about Exprosion Improsion that will, I hope so, make its zig-zag way to you among the stream of pages from the literary calendar, unless you have already taken advantage of its mirror cover to sunbathe during summer time. Anyway, do not hesitate to make sure that your bookseller hasn’t got it and tell him or her that here is an opportunity to order it. Or you might also catch it here.

Alongside, would you wish to join the soundtrip, Part II, Squances, is now online, like an ontology of language in the Shadoks style where you might learn what a ‘squance’ is.

While speaking about the book, if you weren’t at the Maison de la Poésie in Paris on the 20th of June, you have the possibility to go back in time in one click and watch the live video of the Concert lecture born by Carlo Brandt, possessed, and Claire ingrid Cottanceau, transfigured.

And then, my sea serpent concert-film with the Sunrise by Murnau sometimes reappears. It has been dozing during almost 2 years, but man, women, boat, lake, train, ball, hairdresser, photographer, pastry, ball, bells, tears and notes will come out again from the drawers on the 22nd at the Arcé cinema in Albi, for the fourth edition of The opposite of fatalism at the Centre d’Art Le Lait.

The day after, on the 23rd, will celebrate our fourth improvised experience with Étienne Klein whom I will meet again for another Concert conference about quantum physics, the mysteries of the outer space and about time and space, a crossing filled with paradoxes, with short-circuit and anagrams. It will happen at 8.00pm for the nice Festival Route Panoramique in Arromanches.

This month will also be the one during which we will slog in the shadows for the recording of a new John Greaves’ trio album electrified on drums with Régïs Boulard, for the composing of the upcoming play by Stanislas Nordey, as well as for the ten episodes of a thriller for France Culture radio.

So much rejoicing in sight.

I wish you a lovely new season, exprosive.

Olivier Mellano