Xavier Forneret
Xavier Forneret, surnommé «l'Homme noir, blanc de visage» est un écrivain, dramaturge, poète et journaliste français.
Le Cénacle, un groupe littéraire parisien de circonscriptions diverses qui commença vers 1826 à se rassembler autour de Charles Nodier, ne l'accepta jamais comme membre, car les romantiques radicaux le considéraient comme un bourgeois excentrique avec peu de talent. Mais en tant que descendant d'une famille riche, il pouvait payer de sa poche la publication de ses œuvres et la mise en scène de ses pièces de théâtre, même si elles étaient complètement ignorées du public et des lecteurs.
Son œuvre a été tirée de l'oubli par les surréalistes, entre autre par André Breton qui lui considerait comme un précurseur de l'écriture automatique et un maître de l'humour noir. Le Grand Prix de l'Humour Noir Xavier Forneret a été nommé en son honneur.
Xavier Forneret was a French writer, poet, playwright and journalist.
The Cénacle, a Parisian literary group of varying constituency that began about 1826 to gather around Charles Nodier, never accepted him as a member, since the radical romantics saw him as an eccentric bourgeois with little talent. But as a descendant of a rich family, he could pay for the publication of his works and the staging of his theatre pieces from his own pocket, even though they were completely ignored by the public and the readers.
His œuvre was saved from oblivion by the surrealists with for exemple André Breton who considered him to be a precursor of automatic writing and a master of black humor. The Grand Prix de l'Humour Noir Xavier Forneret is named in his memory.
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“For the taking of revenge, a man locks himself up alone and thinks. His stomach must be empty for his head to be full. Vengeance comes a little from the heart and a lot from the mind; one must take oneself apart from the noise of men and of things, even from what resembles them; only the voices of bells and of thunder are allowed. Let the room in which you meditate be dark, narrow and warm.”
“NEWSPAPER: What great paper is the Earth; what a typeface is the Day; what ink is the Night! – Everyone prints, everyone reads; no one understands.”
“It is not that one is good; one is happy.”