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Sébastien Doubinsky, Paris, France
Sebastien Doubinsky, like his famous grandfather Jacques Doubinsky, is an anarchist—an outlook that is reflected in his cosmopolitan and often schizophrenic writing style. He was born in Paris in 1963. His early years were spent in France and the United States, where his father was a visiting lecturer at various American universities such as Stanford and Syracuse. Sebastien himself taught at SweetBriar College. As a result of his years in America, Sebastien considers English his second mother tongue. He often finds himself writing stories in English, while simultaneously writing poetry in French. Or vice versa. It is in fact Doubinsky's multi-linguistic vision that invites a comparison of his work with that of the iconoclastic American Composer Charles Ives. As the story goes, Ives’ father taught young Charles to play a piece in one key and sing it in another—to “stretch his ears.” Thus like Ives’ music, Doubinsky’s extraordinary works are intricately crafted and multi-layered—as well as being veritable mines of ideas. But his work is never didactic. Doubinsky loathes Power in all its forms. Like his predecessor, William S. Burroughs, Doubinsky’s work attempts to break the power of clichés and fixed ideas in language. It is not surprising, therefore, that the subject for Sebastien’s doctoral dissertation was the renegade one-armed French genius, Blaise Cendrars. Currently, Sebastien lives with his wife and children in Denmark, where he teaches French literature at the University of Aarhus. He also publishes. His Zaparogue Editions publishes obscure but talented writers in Danish, French, and English.
Bibliographie:
Romans publiés en français:
Les Vies Parallèles de Nicolaï Bakhmaltov, Arles, Actes Sud, 1993.
La Naissance de la Télévision selon le Bouddha, Arles, Actes Sud, 1995.
Fragments d’une Révolution, Arles, Actes Sud, 1998.
Mira Ceti, Paris, Baleine, 2001.
Les Ombres de la croix, Paris, Baleine, 2002.
Les Frères de la côte, Lille, éditions Sansonnet, 2003.
La Comédie urbaine, éditions Hors-Commerce, Paris, 2004.
Le Livre muet, Le Cherche-Midi éditeur, Paris, janvier 2007.
Star, L’Ecailler du Nord, Paris, avril 2007.
Les Fantômes du Soir, Le Cherche-Midi éditeur, Paris, 2007.
Star, éditions l’Ecailler du Nord, Paris, avril 2008.
Jours de lumière, Homecooking éditions, 2009.
Quien es?, Joelle Losfeld/Gallimard, 2010.
Romans publiés en danois:
(Traduits de manuscrits originellement écrits en anglais)
Hvid Støj, (La Naissance de la Télévision selon le Bouddha), Aarhus, Editions Modtryk, 1994.
Gul Tyr, (Taureau Jaune), Aarhus, Editions Modtryk, 1995.
Babylons Grønne Haver, (Les Jardins de Babylone), Aarhus, Editions Modtryk, 1995.
Den Stumme Bog (Le Livre Muet), Arvids, June 2011.
Adaptation radiophonique:
Les Vies Parallèles de Nicolaï Bakhmaltov, France Culture, 10/02/94.
Nouvelles
La Solitude du Baiseur de Fond, Revue Rue Saint-Ambroise n 4, printemps 2000; Bienvenue Papa, Revue Rue Saint-Ambroise n5, automne 2000; La Flèche, Revue Rue Saint-Ambroise n6.Requests
Recueil de poèmes:
Cambodge Orchestre, Poitiers, Editions Rafael de Surtis, 2001.
Exhibition Coloniale, Paris, spoon Editions, 2001.
Danmark. Editions des États-Civils, 2011.
Tableaux Noirs, Le Grand Tamanoir, 2009.
Danmark. Editions des États-Civils, 2011.
Tableaux Noirs, Le Grand Tamanoir, 2009.
Bibliographie:
Romans publiés en français:
Les Vies Parallèles de Nicolaï Bakhmaltov, Arles, Actes Sud, 1993.
La Naissance de la Télévision selon le Bouddha, Arles, Actes Sud, 1995.
Fragments d’une Révolution, Arles, Actes Sud, 1998.
Mira Ceti, Paris, Baleine, 2001.
Les Ombres de la croix, Paris, Baleine, 2002.
Les Frères de la côte, Lille, éditions Sansonnet, 2003.
La Comédie urbaine, éditions Hors-Commerce, Paris, 2004.
Le Livre muet, Le Cherche-Midi éditeur, Paris, janvier 2007.
Star, L’Ecailler du Nord, Paris, avril 2007.
Les Fantômes du Soir, Le Cherche-Midi éditeur, Paris, 2007.
Star, éditions l’Ecailler du Nord, Paris, avril 2008.
Jours de lumière, Homecooking éditions, 2009.
Quien es?, Joelle Losfeld/Gallimard, 2010.
Romans publiés en danois:
(Traduits de manuscrits originellement écrits en anglais)
Hvid Støj, (La Naissance de la Télévision selon le Bouddha), Aarhus, Editions Modtryk, 1994.
Gul Tyr, (Taureau Jaune), Aarhus, Editions Modtryk, 1995.
Babylons Grønne Haver, (Les Jardins de Babylone), Aarhus, Editions Modtryk, 1995.
Den Stumme Bog (Le Livre Muet), Arvids, June 2011.
Adaptation radiophonique:
Les Vies Parallèles de Nicolaï Bakhmaltov, France Culture, 10/02/94.
Nouvelles
La Solitude du Baiseur de Fond, Revue Rue Saint-Ambroise n 4, printemps 2000; Bienvenue Papa, Revue Rue Saint-Ambroise n5, automne 2000; La Flèche, Revue Rue Saint-Ambroise n6.Requests
Recueil de poèmes:
Cambodge Orchestre, Poitiers, Editions Rafael de Surtis, 2001.
Exhibition Coloniale, Paris, spoon Editions, 2001.
Danmark. Editions des États-Civils, 2011.
Tableaux Noirs, Le Grand Tamanoir, 2009.
Danmark. Editions des États-Civils, 2011.
Tableaux Noirs, Le Grand Tamanoir, 2009.
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Organizovana anarhija
Ako tako nešto i može postojati unutar, ali i naizgled, poezije absurda koja se reflektuje unutar Joneskovog miljea u susretu sa primamljivim opijatima zapadne filozofije narcisoidnosti. Poezija Sébastien(a) Doubinsky(og) je poetika smisla unutar pretpostavke mogućih varijacija na temu. Temu? Organizovane anarhije, naravno. Koju svakodnevno živimo. Mi, sada i ovdje. Riječ urednika Sabahudin Hadžialić 03.9.2012. |
Organized anarchy
If such a thing can exist within, but also seemingly, poetry of absurd that reflects within Jonesque's milieu in meeting of attractive opiates from the Western philosophy of narcissism. Poetry of Sébastien Doubinsky is a poetic of sense within the assumptions of possible variations on the theme. Theme? Organized anarchy, of course. Of our daily living. We, here and now. Editor's word Sabahudin Hadzialic 03.9.2012. |
MOUNTAINS
The mountains are scattered
here and there
like abandoned sacks of
grain and we
drive in silence
thinking about the land
scape
and
its strange possibilities
we drive think
ing abou
t
life
and we wish
we could
come ou
t of the car
and try
the echo
if those
goddamned
mountai
ns
have a
goddamned
echo to prove
that
yes
we too
are
abandon
ed
and full
of
possibili
ties
______
RIVER
What flows upwards
Is none of our business
We only care about
What flows downwards
We only care about
What we can catch
_______
IF I
If I didn’t say anything
Would anything exist?
_______
NIGHT RIDE
Darkness
Light
Darkness
Light
Darkness
Light
Sleeping safely in the back
Of my father’s car
Rain cannot get to me
Death cannot get to me
Darkness
Light
Darkness
Light
Death cannot
______
BAUDELAIRE AND FIRE ALARM
Poetry
Deconstructed
By the bell
______
I WANT TO SING
To Matt Bialer.
I want to sing a song anybody can sing and hum even those who do not know how to sing or hum
I want to sing about things and stuff you can find if you bend over the sidewalk
I want to sing about dog shits and broken pearl necklaces the smell of sex and the sweet ocean wind
I want to sing of crumpled cigarette packages and the death of heroes that I have chosen to be heroes
I want to sing of words heavy as two kilos of sugar and dark as dark coffee I want to sing about words that keep you awake at night
I want to sing about UFOs ghosts and werewolves about a child that cringes at night and talks to the stars
I want to sing in various languages some of them ancient some of them impossible some of them crazy babble some of them French
I want to sing about women with tight cunts large cunts or no cunts at all
I want to sing about men with tight cunts large cunts or no cunts at all
I want to sing
I want to sing the depth of my voice when it is at rest I want to sing the pitch of my silent scream
I want to sing yes I want to sing a song with no music no words and no rhymes
A song with nothing but itself and me in the middle somewhere singing
Singing as the blood leaves my veins my eyes become distant and poetry a dimming light
Of love
________
SEASONS
O castles
*
Flat heavy sky
Car exhausts
-Summer
*
A cold breeze
Remember to buy instant coffee
-Fall
*
O castles
*
Frozen windshield
The laughter of children
-Winter
*
A season in hell
The smell of warmed up pages
-Spring
*
O castles
________
SOVIET SUPREME
All systems petrify
Poetry too
Do does
A crack of the knuckles
That’s it
_________
BROKEN HEART- TECHNICAL FAILURE
to write is silence
to speak is no silence
to think is silence outside
to no speak is silence outside
to no write is no silence
- to no exist is no write no speak is silence
to exist is noise write/no write speak/no speak
love/no love think/no think here/no here
where there there no nowhere there
right there
_________
KEROSENE AND HONEY
images can scream freely
sometimes
like mad fire-engines
red
glimmering
enchanted
full of exotic smells
and promising combustions
ready to enter
the house of poetry
and burn it down
ashes diamonds ashes
victory red victory
"sticky and sweet as honey
are the illusions of life"
The mountains are scattered
here and there
like abandoned sacks of
grain and we
drive in silence
thinking about the land
scape
and
its strange possibilities
we drive think
ing abou
t
life
and we wish
we could
come ou
t of the car
and try
the echo
if those
goddamned
mountai
ns
have a
goddamned
echo to prove
that
yes
we too
are
abandon
ed
and full
of
possibili
ties
______
RIVER
What flows upwards
Is none of our business
We only care about
What flows downwards
We only care about
What we can catch
_______
IF I
If I didn’t say anything
Would anything exist?
_______
NIGHT RIDE
Darkness
Light
Darkness
Light
Darkness
Light
Sleeping safely in the back
Of my father’s car
Rain cannot get to me
Death cannot get to me
Darkness
Light
Darkness
Light
Death cannot
______
BAUDELAIRE AND FIRE ALARM
Poetry
Deconstructed
By the bell
______
I WANT TO SING
To Matt Bialer.
I want to sing a song anybody can sing and hum even those who do not know how to sing or hum
I want to sing about things and stuff you can find if you bend over the sidewalk
I want to sing about dog shits and broken pearl necklaces the smell of sex and the sweet ocean wind
I want to sing of crumpled cigarette packages and the death of heroes that I have chosen to be heroes
I want to sing of words heavy as two kilos of sugar and dark as dark coffee I want to sing about words that keep you awake at night
I want to sing about UFOs ghosts and werewolves about a child that cringes at night and talks to the stars
I want to sing in various languages some of them ancient some of them impossible some of them crazy babble some of them French
I want to sing about women with tight cunts large cunts or no cunts at all
I want to sing about men with tight cunts large cunts or no cunts at all
I want to sing
I want to sing the depth of my voice when it is at rest I want to sing the pitch of my silent scream
I want to sing yes I want to sing a song with no music no words and no rhymes
A song with nothing but itself and me in the middle somewhere singing
Singing as the blood leaves my veins my eyes become distant and poetry a dimming light
Of love
________
SEASONS
O castles
*
Flat heavy sky
Car exhausts
-Summer
*
A cold breeze
Remember to buy instant coffee
-Fall
*
O castles
*
Frozen windshield
The laughter of children
-Winter
*
A season in hell
The smell of warmed up pages
-Spring
*
O castles
________
SOVIET SUPREME
All systems petrify
Poetry too
Do does
A crack of the knuckles
That’s it
_________
BROKEN HEART- TECHNICAL FAILURE
to write is silence
to speak is no silence
to think is silence outside
to no speak is silence outside
to no write is no silence
- to no exist is no write no speak is silence
to exist is noise write/no write speak/no speak
love/no love think/no think here/no here
where there there no nowhere there
right there
_________
KEROSENE AND HONEY
images can scream freely
sometimes
like mad fire-engines
red
glimmering
enchanted
full of exotic smells
and promising combustions
ready to enter
the house of poetry
and burn it down
ashes diamonds ashes
victory red victory
"sticky and sweet as honey
are the illusions of life"
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All Rights Reserved. Publisher online and owner: Sabahudin Hadžialić
WWW: http://sabihadzi.weebly.com
Contact Editorial board E-mail: contact_editor@diogenpro.com;
Narudžbe/Order: orderyourcopy@diogenpro.com
Pošta/Mail: Freelance Editor in chief Sabahudin Hadžialić,
Grbavička 32, 71000 Sarajevo i/ili
Dr. Wagner 18/II, 70230 Bugojno, Bosna i Hercegovina
