"AYOUNG POET" " The chick went crazy and kicked me." " Yeah, sure!" "For no reason?" " She turned up and kicked you?" " l sent her packing earlier." "I told her to take a hike." "Hi." "The cemetery?" "Dunno." " OK, well..." " Try way over there." "See you." "It's a bit squeaky." "But at least I'm with you." "A bird." "It almost touched me." "Another one." "It feels funny to be here." "IN WHICH REMILOOKS FOR INSPIRA TION" "Do you need help tidying up?" "To tidy up, I mean, do you need any help?" "No." "No." "I'm used to it." " Do you fish often?" " Pardon?" " Do you fish often?" " Oh, yes." " For a long time." " Along time..." "But there's no fish." "The catch is poor this year." "It's different this year." "I don't know why." "It's not right." "There's no fish." "Even the boats aren't catching anything." "I don't know why, but this year, there's no fish." "What're you doing?" "Nothing." "What do you do?" "I'm a fisherman." "What kind of fish?" "A bit of everything." "What ends up in our nets." "Sea bream, octopus, scorpion fish..." "Sea bream, octopus... scorpion fish." "Shit." "Redundancy." "Jubilee, jock, jonquil." "Splendor." "Splendor." "Splenetic, splice, sporangium, spirograph." "Splendid, splendor." "You have to write." "Can you stay still?" "But not too much." "Sorry." "Perfect." "Can you put your hands on your knees?" " Knees?" " Yeah." "Alright." "Perfect." " Thanks a lot." " Thank you." "The pleasure was all mine." " Well..." " What do you do here?" "I'm here on vacation at my parents' till the end of the month." " l see." " And you?" " To find inspiration." " You came to the right place." " Yes." "Well, thanks for... the photos." " My pleasure." " See you." " What do you like about photography?" "I..." "It's something that..." "I've loved ever since I was little." "It inspires me." " Well, thanks." " Thank you." " Do you know Robert Doisneau?" " Yes." " "The Kiss"." " A beautiful photo." " Very." " On the spur of the moment." " Thanks." " Goodbye." "DIVINE ARTISTS OF THE OCEAN" "There are so many things I'd like to write." "Like you..." "Striking poems." "Entrancing, overwhelming ones." "A Pastis 51" "An alcohol-free drink" "He put mint in to get a bigger kick" "From the depths of the jungle" "We heard him sing 51, Ilove you!" "I could drink by the barrel" "Tilll roll on the ground" "In every gutter" "If you leave me, I'llkillmyself With a demijohn of yellow Ricard 51, Ilove you!" "I could drink by the barrel" "Amateur!" "Look." " You're cheating." " It's all in the hip movement." "Yeah, sure!" "Normally, the hip movement isn't to do bounces!" "That's rude!" "Watch this one." "Right in the wave!" "First, you have to calm down." "You have to slow down your heartbeat." "You take deep breaths." "You breathe in and out..." "You try to make the bottom swell..." "The bottom of your body, your stomach." "Then, the top." "Then, you hold your breath and dive." "How do you slow your heartbeat?" "You calm down." "You get in the water and you calm down, you keep still." "You move as little as possible." "That's all." "So, it's all in the mind." "All in the mind..." "No, I'll slip." " And there's no point." " Yeah." "What're you doing?" "Come back up." ""Divine artists of the ocean, with your eight feet..."" "Fuck!" "What does that say?" ""Sumptuous."" ""Sumptuous... choreographies are made up." "Your spurt of ink..."" "It's totally illegible!" " What did you write there?" " "Comparable."" ""Comparable to the transcendent volcanoes..."" " "Make you..." - "Makes."" ""Makes..." Oh, wow!" "It's unbelievable." "It's unbelievably badly written." "You forgot the "s"." ""Makes you..."" "What did you write here?" " "Enchanters." - "Enchanters... grandiose." "From your blue blood escape... so many sparkling sapphires, o octopus."" "Fuck me!" "You must be high as a kite!" "The only thing higher is the sun!" "Unreal." "And... are all your poems like that?" " Mint, if possible." " OK." "4, 5, 6." " There you are, young man." " Thanks." "Have a good evening." "Goodbye." " Yes?" " Vodka." " Vodka?" " A bottle." "What's the vodka for?" " To drink." " How old are you?" " 18." " 18?" "Got any ID?" "No." "You're in a party mood?" "You come in here and ask for vodka!" "It's a party!" "Big or small?" "O women, entrancing ladies whose lips are covered with the blood of broken hearts." "To my heart, knotted with hope," "I say:" "For the love of all that is most important on this rock in the far reaches of the universe," "who am I?" "Who am I not?" "O my pain grows from wanting to cure it and I don't know where I'm going." "My heart drowns in an ocean of stars." "IN WHICH REMI SAYS HE DOESN'TLIKE POETS" "Ré§" "What're you doing up there?" "Do you like the sky sunny, cloudy or starry?" " l prefer it cloudy." " l see." "Well, I prefer it starry." "Facing this sparkling vault, the infinite and inaccessible, facing what gives us a thirst for discovery, imagination, and of course, this dark clarity from the stars." "It's a magnificent schooner." "Ah, what a man!" "Paul Bousquet." "Painted in 1851 by" "Alphonse Hippolyte Leveau." "With a canvas of 201 by..." "I'd say... 150.5 centimeters." " Who was Paul Bousquet?" " Ah, Paul Bousquet, who was he?" "A poet..." "A poet from the 19th century who... who wrote poetry about the sea." "He was very successful here, but abroad... not at all." "What a fine figure of a man." "Yeah..." "Well, I don't like it much." "Well, you're right." "I don't like poets much myself." "Or men whose hair sticks to their forehead." "It looks like..." "It looks like, after posing for this painting, baldness lay in store." "With his hair like that, he looks like a dickhead, a straight-A student." "Yeah, you're right." " Do you dream of sailing the high seas?" " No." "Where do you live?" "About here." "You can't see it on the painting." "And you?" "Somewhere around here." " The lighthouse... magnificent." " Yeah." "I go swimming there with my friends." " Really?" " Yeah." "Is the water warm?" " Is the temperature pleasant?" " Yes." "I'll take you." "Yes." " It's a pretty courtyard." " Yes." "I was thinking about your photography." "Did you do, say,... painters or sculptors?" " People who..." " No." " And the port and the fishermen?" " Yes, I did." " l have to go." " OK." "Goodbye." "When will I see you again?" "It's a small town." "We'll run into one another." "I burn." "I burn." "I dive." "I drown." "I dive and I drown in an ocean of love." "Léonore!" "Léonore!" "REMI CLIMBS TO THE TOP OF THE HILL" "My girlfriends said to join them but I won't go." " To join them on vacation?" "No." " To go shopping." " Shopping, oh, right." " A girls' thing." " Yeah." " Thomas, do you have friends coming?" " No." " You don't?" " Why does he put on so much sun cream?" " Well, look how white he is." " He's like a vampire." "Yeah." "No, there are no vampires here." " Maybe there are." " We haven't seen his teeth yet." " No." " He should smile." "Hello." "Butterfly." "In your tender, mean hair" "My soul haunts what I want" "I love your frail astonishment" "In which I mix a lover's trifles" "Humbly, tenderly, on the charming tomb" "On the impervious monument" "Nothing but dense shadows and love lavished form your tired grace I die, I die on you I fall" "And I collapse" "To what end my soul sails toward..." "In which port will my ship dock?" "Alone in the crow's-nest, I go where the enigmatic wind guides me" "Hoping for the mysterious promised land" "Who waits for me?" "What awaits me?" "Who accompanies me?" "Then, I don't know." "I've searched." "I noted down after it... as... as a possibility:" "Will pleasure reach me?" "A splendid agony which bewitches me" "Will I drift from my trajectory?" "I'm stuck after that." "Shit, I hope that... the water will be clear." " Mind you don't slip." " OK." "Oh, careful." "It's magnificent." "The sun on the water... sparkles like stars in the daytime." "And the ebb and flow..." "Hello." "What a fine day." "It's a lovely day." "Yeah." "Think they noticed us?" "Sure." "That's delightful!" " Very nice." " It's a bit tight." "It's better to be tight and not cold." " The view is magnificent here." " Yeah." "I like this landscape." "Talking of landscapes, there's a great one just there." " "No-one can see us."" " Yeah, right!" "They're topless, but no-one can see them!" "I'm topless, too!" "Yours are too small. I prefer hers." "Enzo!" "It's magnificent." "THE MUSES" "'Evening." "I never met a poet with so much body hair!" "I didn't know poets had body hair." " I'm amazed." " They have hair everywhere." "Hair on the head, too, that's true." "See, you're not used to drinking beer." " Hey, top cushion, OK?" " Top cushion." " Otherwise you lose." " Otherwise I lose." "That's right." "I gotta be careful." "I pocketed it." " Oh, yes." " The unique smell which boats have." " You mean oil?" " What did this woman smell like?" " What smell did she give off?" " She had a delicious perfume of... I have to try to find the... I think it was a blend of aniseed and vanilla." " Vanilla and aniseed?" " Yes." " That's easy to imagine." " Yes." " Not coconut?" " No." "Vanilla and aniseed." "So, they can be mixed?" "How would you describe it?" ""Her perfume was aniseed and vanilla."" "What would you say?" "What would you write about it?" "Her intoxicating perfume carried me away to fields of vanilla and aniseed." "Not bad. I like that." "Why could you have loved her, then?" " Why?" " For this field of vanilla and aniseed?" "I also liked her voice." "It was very soft and... like a lullaby, even though she spoke naturally." "It was very soft." "What would you say about her voice?" "How would you put that into words?" "Her voice was as gentle as... the lullaby of a loving mother." "Why not?" " Inspiration..." " Complete inspiration." "What is the poem about?" " About..." " Sad?" " Nostalgic?" " Sad, tormented, and..." "That's it." " You do look tormented." " I'm a bit lost." "You look lost, a misfit..." "You're a dreamer." "Whereas I prefer nightmares to dreams." "Know why?" "Because with a nightmare..." "For instance, I'm a woman." "I'll dream of a rapist running after me." "He runs after me with a knife this big." "Then, I fall into a ravine, see?" "The ravine swallows you up." "And you wake up with a jump." "When you wake up, you say: "It was a bad dream!" "I'm glad to be here."" "Whereas with a dream..." "Once I dreamed that I'd won the lottery." "God, I had millions!" "I had bowls full of money, see?" "But when I woke up, I said: "Shit!" "It was just a dream." So, dreams can be a big let-down." "But only the dead don't dream, right?" "True." "So, what's it about?" "Oh, I don't know." "It's about... my ambition, but... my hesitation about where I'm going." "Will I be accompanied on this path or will I... be led astray?" "That kind of thing." "A NEWINSPIRATION" "That's it." " l said: "That's it."" " Ah, that's it." "OK, back to..." "back to the bare ground." "You say "solid ground"." "Bare ground!" "Solid ground." "Want to call the fire department?" "I'll take a run up." " What's the big fish head?" " The head of a tuna." "That was good." "Cleared by the goalie!" "Now that was good." " Perfect goal!" " Well played." " Nothing more?" " l don't know any more." "Really?" "No texts, nothing?" "I just know her first name." "It's Léonore." " You didn't ask for her number?" " No." "Just her first name." "You're shitting me?" " You should've asked for her number." " Yeah." " It's the first thing you do." " Always." "And she didn't ask for your number either?" "No." "That's just how it was." "I've only done a third of it." "And I'm striving to find this... new inspiration." "This end." "Of course I can leave the poem as it is." "Botched, and say it's complete, finished." "No, I don't think I can." "I have to finish what I started, but..." "It's just not coming to me." "Léonore!" "The lighthouse." "Magnificent." "And Paul Bousquet..." "Magnificent." "Stop it!" "Come on!" " What's that?" " Stop it..." "No!" "Let's go slowly." " Easy does it." " No!" "Let go!" "When did you last eat?" "!" "I don't know." "What?" "Why are you looking at me like that?" "No reason." "After the museum, I was dying to say something." "And all I needed was the energy to say it." "Yourl tie feet bathing in mid-air" "You're leaning against a low wall I am" "contemplating you andl" "observe you" "Eyes disturbing, ears cute" "Nose so childlike and so pretty" "Wh e teeth inside a treasure" "We are in a city center" "Both of us alone, child... ish" "Andl don't know what else to say but Ilove you" "And your disturbing eyes, your hair dancing in the wind like seaweed on the bottom of the Med erranean" "And I'm crazy about you" "You who makes my thirst and hunger of living and knowing our story through to the... end" "That's it..." "Sorry." " Have a nice day." " You too." " See you soon... perhaps." " See you soon." "Are you crazy?" "I mean, come on..." "You scared me." "I'm off." "IN THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT" "Don't move." "I'm sorry." "Shit." "Where am I?" "Oh, God..." "Miss..." "Miss..." "Miss..." "You're beautiful." "A monument." "You won't answer?" "In the blackness of this night... you fill mylife with light." "Butterfly." "Watermelon." "Sperm bank." "Hubcap." "They're just words." "I've had enough." "What's the point?" "You don't answer." "Fuck this." "Fuck this?" "You wanted to tellme something?" "Maybe you could have chosen... or even called someone more... more inspired." "Someone who... in seven days, wouldn't have written four pages, but a book." "Someone inspired, someone... fiery, someone with... with a poetic mind." "I don't know why I'm here." "I don't know anymore." "Because you want to become a poet." "A poet, OK, but I don't know about a good poet." "Not at all." "Just one poet among the least-known." "But not a good, well-known one." "You have to finish yourpoem." "No, I think..." "Well..." "Maybe..." "I'm not cut out for it." "I'm just not cut out for it." "Maybe I'm waiting to find something that excites me more." "That I'm drawn to..." "That was waiting for me." "That's it." "What are you thinking of?" "I don't feel like confronting life." "Will I succeed at it?" "Will I..." "What'll I do?" "What'll I become?" "I have no idea." "I'm scared."