The Sum of Nothingness

What is this land where no one speaks where the stars refuse to shine? It could be everywhere land torn from its soil as everywhere in the depths of human consciousness. To live would be to recognize it and to work for its liberation as in the blaze of time the challenge to death. To be reborn is made of adventitious as well as tracing roots. But let us not anticipate. For the moment nothingness. Here: absence of an essential thing the anguish that it causes its wound. The waiting writes your elegy on the shadow which flees you. In The Sum of Nothingness this specificity fades the borders melt in the universal. Here and there it is true a reminder like the breath of the harmattan this burning wind or the prayer of a griot in the savanna. It is necessary to wait for the last poems before returning to Africa. Until then despite these few references reading this book without knowing the author would we easily guess the identity of the author? Firstly by the strength that he transmits to his song both dark and solar then by allusions images that are part of a visceral nostalgia inherent to the dark continent. Pierrette MICHELOUD