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Blaise Cendrars

Date de naissance:1. septembre 1887
Date de décès:21. janvier 1961

Blaise Cendrars [sɑ̃dʁaːʁ], de son vrai nom Frédéric Louis Sauser, né le 1er septembre 1887 à La Chaux-de-Fonds dans le canton de Neuchâtel et mort le 21 janvier 1961 à Paris, est un écrivain francophone d'origine suisse. À ses débuts, il a brièvement utilisé les pseudonymes de Freddy Sausey, Jack Lee et Diogène.

Dès l'âge de 17 ans, il quitte la Suisse pour un long séjour en Russie puis, en 1911, il se rend à New York où il écrit son premier poème Les Pâques . Il le publie à Paris en 1912 sous le pseudonyme de Blaise Cendrars, qui fait allusion aux braises et aux cendres permettant la renaissance cyclique du phénix. En 1913, il fait paraître son poème le plus célèbre, La Prose du Transsibérien et de la petite Jehanne de France. Dès le début de la guerre de 1914-1918 il s'engage comme volontaire étranger dans l'armée française avant d'être versé dans la Légion étrangère. Parmi ses compagnons d'armes de la Légion figure notamment Eugene Jacques Bullard, premier pilote noir des Forces Alliées à partir de 1917. Gravement blessé le 28 septembre 1915, Cendrars est amputé du bras droit. Il écrit sur cette expérience, de la main gauche, son premier récit en prose : une première version de La Main coupée.

Le 16 février 1916, suite à son engagement dans la guerre, il est naturalisé français. Écrivant désormais de la main gauche, il travaille dans l'édition et délaisse un temps la littérature pour le cinéma, mais sans succès. Lassé des milieux littéraires parisiens, il voyage au Brésil à partir de 1924.

En 1925, il s'oriente vers le roman avec L'Or, où il retrace le dramatique destin de Johann August Sutter, millionnaire d'origine suisse ruiné par la découverte de l'or sur ses terres en Californie. Ce succès mondial va faire de lui, durant les années 1920, un romancier de l'aventure, que confirme Moravagine en 1926. Dans les années 1930, il devient grand reporter.

Correspondant de guerre dans l'armée anglaise en 1939, il quitte Paris après la débâcle et s'installe à Aix-en-Provence puis, à partir de 1948, à Villefranche-sur-Mer. Après trois années de silence, il commence en 1943 à écrire ses Mémoires : L'Homme foudroyé , La Main coupée , Bourlinguer et Le Lotissement du ciel . De retour à Paris en 1950, il collabore fréquemment à la Radiodiffusion française. Victime d'une congestion cérébrale le 21 juillet 1956, il est mort des suites d'une seconde attaque le 21 janvier 1961.

L'œuvre de Blaise Cendrars, poésie, romans, reportages et mémoires, est placée sous le signe du voyage, de l'aventure, de la découverte et de l'exaltation du monde moderne où l'imaginaire se mêle au réel de façon inextricable. Le fonds d'archives de Blaise Cendrars se trouve aux Archives littéraires suisses à Berne.

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Blaise Cendrars29
French writer of Swiss origin
„... Is there a more monstrous thought, a more convincing spectacle, a more patent affirmation of the impotence and madness of the brain? War. All our philosophies, religions, arts, techniques and trades lead to nothing but this. The finest flowers of civilization. The purest constructions of thought. The most generous and altruistic passions of the heart. The most heroic gestures of man. War. Now and thousand years ago. Tomorrow and a hundred thousand years ago. No, it's not a... more "... Is there a more monstrous thought, a more convincing spectacle, a more patent affirmation of the impotence and madness of the brain? War. All our philosophies, religions, arts, techniques and trades lead to nothing but this. The finest flowers of civilization. The purest constructions of thought. The most generous and altruistic passions of the heart. The most heroic gestures of man. War. Now and thousand years ago. Tomorrow and a hundred thousand years ago. No, it's not a question of your country, my German or French friend, or yours, whether you're black or white or Papuan or a Borneo monkey. It's a question of your life. If you want to live, kill. Kill so that you can be free, or eat, or shit. The shameful thing is to kill in masses, at a predetermined hour on a predetermined day, in honour of certain principles, under cover of a flag, with old men nodding approval, to kill in a disinterested or passive way. Stand alone against them all, young man, kill, kill, you are unique, you're the only man alive, kill until the others cut you short with the guillotine or the cord or the rope, with or without ceremony, in the name of the Community or King.
What a laugh.“
Moravagine





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Blaise Cendrars29
French writer of Swiss origin
„As a special branch of general philosophy, pathogenesis had never been explored. In my opinion it had never been approached in a strictly scientific fashion--that is to say, objectively, amorally, intellectually.

All those who have written on the subject are filled with prejudice. Before searching out and examining the mechanism of causes of disease, they treat of 'disease as such', condemn it as an exceptional and harmful condition, and start out by detailing the thousand and one ways of combating it, disturbing it, destroying it; they define health, for this purpose, as a 'normal' condition that is absolute and immutable.

Diseases ARE. We do not make or unmake them at will. We are not their masters. They make us, they form us. They may even have created us. They belong to this state of activity which we call life. They may be its main activity. They are one of the many manifestations of universal matter. They may be the principal manifestation of that matter which we will never be able to study except through the phenomena of relationships and analogies. Diseases are a transitory, intermediary, future state of health. It may be that they are health itself.

Coming to a diagnosis is, in a way, casting a physiological horoscope.

What convention calls health is, after all, no more than this or that passing aspect of a morbid condition, frozen into an abstraction, a special case already experienced, recognized, defined, finite, extracted and generalized for everybody's use. Just as a word only finds its way into the Dictionary Of The French Academy when it is well worn stripped of the freshness of its popular origin or of the elegance of its poetic value, often more than fifty years after its creation (the last edition of the learned Dictionary is dated 1878), just as the definition given preserves a word, embalms it in its decrepitude, but in a pose which is noble, hypocritical and arbitrary--a pose it never assumed in the days of its vogue, while it was still topical, living and meaningful--so it is that health, recognized as a public Good, is only the sad mimic of some illness which has grown unfashionable, ridiculous and static, a solemnly doddering phenomenon which manages somehow to stand on its feet between the helping hands of its admirers, smiling at them with its false teeth. A commonplace, a physiological cliche, it is a dead thing. And it may be that health is death itself.

Epidemics, and even more diseases of the will or collective neuroses, mark off the different epochs of human evolution, just as tellurian cataclysms mark the history of our planet.“
Moravagine

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French writer of Swiss origin


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