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Hiroshima August 6th, 1945. A as atomic. A as annihilation. A as the start of a series. Nagasaki, three days later. A white lightning. And then the burns that won’t go away. The cancers, The poor ruins. The black sky. But also the works of the mind, the novels, the photos, the films, the stories. And in the end a city rebuilding itself, that lives as if nothing happened. Or not quite. A city that also lives for the abolition, everywhere and forever, of nuclear weapons. On the ruins of the Dome, images as traces of the words of Masuji Ibuse, Marguerite Duras, Tamiki Hara, Philippe Forest; of the photographs of Yosuke Yamahata ; of the films of Alain Resnais, Shohei Imamura, Isao Takahata, Akira Kurosawa, Nobuhiro Suwa. |
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All that stands seems an aberration Intaglio |
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Neither inside, nor outside, neither in front, nor behind Intaglio |
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It was a deceitful rain Intaglio |
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I'll forget your eyes first Intaglio |
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You haven’t seen anything in Hiroshima Intaglio |
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I'm acting in a film Intaglio |
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There was that “Hiroshima, mon amour Intaglio |
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I remember that during that night... Intaglio |
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From the color of the sky, we could make out the evening Intaglio |
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Each of them, Yosuke Yamahata looks at Intaglio |
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An impossible sign drawn backwards Intaglio |
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“It is not easy living on the humans’ Earth” (Sôseki) Intaglio |
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Christine Gendre-Bergère tous droits réservés. |