DISCOVER HISThoughts
On Gothic Art.
“This very language leads him to the revelation of a phenomenal universe that wrenches him from his solitude.”
On Gothic Art.
“Obeying no rules other than the spontaneous harmony of woods made up of a hundred thousand trees rooted in the same soil, watered by the same rains and fertilized by the same winds. The formidable art is one that expressed it, was born with it, died with it, is on the spot. It was the French soul left to its own devices for the first and last time. Gothic art was the great cathedral, the vessel on which mankind sails towards the heavenly bridge.”
On this World.
Saint Paul was not wrong. Even in his day, he wrote: “The world is becoming a wicked place. It becomes a den, a den of rapists, thieves, murderers, lawless cutthroats, crime becomes commonplace and commonplace.
In the New Testament, it is clearly written that at the end of the world, as it approaches, men will become more and more wicked and evil will triumph. It will be THE END.
On Ravel and his Music.
Ravel’s gift for orchestration is marvelous. There are chords, nuances and wonderful instrumentation. Ah, this Spanish-sounding music… What a dream from another world. The charm, the sweet drunkenness of music… Beyond ourselves, beyond others.
On Jesus-Christ.
It’s 2006, and you still have intelligent, cultured people discussing Jesus Christ. It’s amazing how much Jesus Christ intrigues, interests, disturbs… He’s the focus of attention to minimize, diminish and even demolish…
Leave Jesus Christ alone, conquer hearts and souls. He is a hidden, secret God, love, total love, without calculatfion, free love, He is the most loved on this earth…What tears, what heartache, a hidden God.
I am more in you than you are in yourselves.
Human Sufferings.
There are two kinds of suffering. The carnal, throbbing pain, the merciless vice, but on a human scale that can be soothed, calmed, healed.
And then there’s the pain inside, the worst kind. All the tears in the world can’t soften it, nor extinguish it.
Inner suffering is permanent agony. You burn without being consumed. The evil that gnaws, licks, palpates, kneads and crushes you.
With this, there’s no limit, no human scale.
What’s the evil through such torture?
A Human Need.
The intoxication of intelligence is certainly not enough to satisfy everyone’s spiritual hunger.
On Pre-existing Genius.
What was the source of this formidable unity of the presence of faith, of hope, of the living God, which dwelt in the hearts of the crowds, asserting itself without anyone, not even the master builder who had drawn up the construction plan for the building, having thought in advance of expressing it?
None of them knew that it pre-existed him
On Poetry.
« The most candid being can feel or even express the most admirable poem that the most complicated being will always be unable to ‘understand and explain. »
On Love.
« What is love? Where does it hide? And the truth… who is it? What is it? Where is it?
The truth is a loving gaze. There are gazes that go straight to your guts. It’s not sensual, it’s something else. »
On the Second World War, The Holocaust – March 2006.
Christ on the Cross, dying, uttered this hallucinatory, tragic phrase, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?!”
Total, absolute loneliness, dying in the dark night.
I believe that six million human beings, women, children, men, young and old, who were annihilated, tortured, reduced to ashes, these martyrs, each one was able to utter the same cry: “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?!”
All these victims, six million of them, are Christs.
They will have eternal reward.
On Painting.
And painting, through sensuality, will bring back the mystical feeling that anatomical rationalism had destroyed.
On the Massacres in Iraq, September 2006.
They turn love of neighbor into a work of death and murder life. The Only One who said, “Love your neighbor as yourself,” is Jesus Christ. He said, “Whatever you do to the least of these, you do it to me. The Word of Christ on the cross is valid until the end of the world. “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” The work of death is signed Satan, the Devil, pure hatred.
About Music, December 1984.
When you see the musical notation of Beethoven, Mozart and others, all those notations, notes and symbols, no one can copy or imitate this personal style of writing. It is moving and poignant to see this almost feverish, rapid style of writing, these annotations, this direct flow, the writing unique to each person.
On Intelligence.
« When one has traveled far and wide in the clear but finite territory of the intellect, one finds oneself, sooner or later, at the edge of the abyss of the unknowable, where the intoxicating need for a new illusion reappears. »
God & Creation, August 1984.
It is humanly impossible to convince, to convert someone to your ideas. No power, no force in the world can convince someone. So…
Only Grace can change someone, be overwhelmed by someone.
In short, one sees inwardly, one feels something alive, real but inwardly.
It is exactly like the Artist… who experiences the finished painting internally and who uses their memory to recreate what has been seen.
It is seen all at once, in one go, the whole thing, all that remains is to physically recreate what has been seen, internally.
In short, God created Man physically, technically.
The realization is perfect, absolute.
Exactly as artists create a masterpiece technically and materially, one must have the skill to the point, and then create the masterpiece that is valid for everything, music, opera, sculpture, poet, writer.
One must possess technical perfection to express oneself and go further.
God realized his dream with Man.
Poussin said, “the purpose of art is Delight” and God also delights in Man. It is His Dream. But what suffering to create a masterpiece, what anguish, pain and torment.
Ah My God have mercy on me, one last breath, have mercy on others… the last breath.
