Colette was a French writer ,her full name was Sidonie Gabrielle Colette and she was born at San Sauveur en Puisaye on the 28th January 1873.
Her early writing was dominated by her first husband"Willy" who took credit for the work and introduced his young wife to the racy side of the Paris Salons. Colette wrote the famous Claudine stories which were considered very naughty at the time.She broke with Gautier Villars [Willy] and embarked on a lesbian relationship with "Missy otherwise known as Countess Mathilde de Morny.
She later married and had a daughter with Henry de Jouvenal.During the 1st War she nursed when De Jouvenel was called up. Her books are wonderfully sensual and full of insght .She loved food and animals and brought them to her work. Cheri is one of my favourites although I love all of her books .
Having divorced Henry she proceeded to have an affaire with his handsome son Bertrand who described her thus" Ma Cherie Maman" Later in life she lived in St Tropez and wrote wondefully of her life there.She also met her last Grand Passion Maurice Goudeket who was her loving companion until her death on the 3rd of August 1954.Colette is buried in Pere Laschaise cemetary
I really hope this entices you to read her books they are pure joy. The picture below is of Colette at her home in St Tropez.She cooked wonderful food for her friends and swam sometimes at night under the stars.
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Thursday, 15 July 2010
A woman who tried to live a free and independant life when it was unusual for women to be brave enough to do so.She wrote novels about women's feelings and shocked society by living a life akin to her writing. She had love affaires with Chopin,Alfred De Musset and one or two others and often these affaires were motivated by a strong maternal feeling.She wore trousers and smoked cigars and stayed up late into the night writing.Her real name was Aurore but she used George as a pen name. one of her male friends commented "How can you write like that when you can make such good Jam"!!!!
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Thursday, 8 July 2010
I run a poetry group at Truro Community Library where I work and todays session was great,I spoke about the life and work of Federico Garcia Lorca who wrote beautiful and surreal poetry that evokes the bleeding heart of Spain,he was murdered by the Right in the Spanish civil war perhaps for his politics or because he was gay. Here is a small taste of Lorca. Food for the imagination.
Bajo el naranjo lava
panales de algodon
tiene verde les ojos
y violeta la voz
Roughly translated:- Under the orange tree
she washes baby clothes
her eyes are green
and violet is her voice
Ah! love, under under the orange tree in blossom
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Tuesday I went to St Ives on the train.it was a glorious day and the bays looked like the mediterranean.Dazzling blue sea and golden sand. I spent time wandering the backstreets away from the hustle of the harbour and took some photos.Later I met my lovely daughter and grandsons and had tea at their house.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Today I have been cleaning my house.There is something really good about clearing out rubbish and making everything fresh.It clears the way for inspiration and gets rid of negative vibes.The washing dried quickly in the sun ,rugs and carpets had a shampoo,fresh net cutains put up.Very simple things that clear the heart and soul and allow thoughts to cascade.