In France, the last years of the 19th century saw the emergence of a profusion of "modern" poets: it was a time of decadence and nascent symbolism. With them, the very purpose of letters came into play, calling into question an entire branch of literature. Charles Cros, a brilliant inventor, a storyteller with a burning bitterness at the idea of remaining here below, close to Verlaine and having sheltered Rimbaud at his home in Paris, remains above all one of the most equivocal incarnations of these "cursed" poets, the sorrow in pantenne de plume.
Fri.28.02| 6.30pm | Conference | Auditorium | Free | Booking required