Joe BOUSQUET

9 L.A.S. to Henri Parisot. 39 pp. in-8. Carcassonne, March 1946 - April 1948. Remarkable literary correspondence, in which it is often about their common friends, Max Ernst, Jean Mistler, Albert Gleizes and Hans Bellmer. He comments on his magazine, which he reads thoroughly. "I have spoken about you many times with Bellmer, whom I am expecting one of these days. He came back from Paris delighted with your effort. For my part, I follow you with extreme attention [...]. I am anxious to resume my proper poetic activity. I have two elements that seem strong to me: the use of certain rules for unconscious inspection - for it happens that one enters the dark only by breaking in (see Raymond Roussel) - the recourse to invention by dramatic affabulation [...]. One exposes in Toulouse the surrealist paintings of my room [...]". He returns to his health problems, resumes his conversation with Gaston Bonheur on Wordsworth, comes to the aid of Max Ernst. "Already before the pulmonary congestion which suppressed me one month, Max had called me for help. Without books, without reviews, he recommended me not to leave him without food. He added that I would come to an agreement with you for the payment [...]. I am sending to Max Quadrige, Confluences, volumes published by Fontaine, not the Quatre-vents which I want to keep. I ask you if, on your side, you could not foresee shipments likely to complete mine [...]. You know how much I love Max, you know how much he has done for me. His stays in Carcassonne shine on my entire past. But he has not come once without telling me about you. And the first pages of Eleonora Carrington were hardly written (for it was in Carcassonne that Prim was born) when you were thought of to edit and reveal them [...]. I have just corrected a proof for Quadrige (a tale, in a new vein), an article for Dossiers (a new review), a whole book for J. B. Janin, I am engaged in a study on my dear Bellmer, I am taking care of myself, I am destroying my fevers, I am being born. Perhaps I will succeed in putting myself back into the world. Would I ever have succeeded without the credit you give me? [...]".