Sunday, 23 December 2018

Poet of the week interview

Happy Sunday - Time to celebrate another one of you guys!! :)

Next up I would love you guys to help me with celebrating this superb poet and wonderful man Fifi. +Fifi Lagachette Not only is he a wonderful poet but he is also an amazing source of encouragement and support to his fellow poets spreading positive energy and smiles just about every where I see him. Please sit back and enjoy this wonderfully playful interview between myself and the wonderful Mr Fifi


Karen - Hi Fifi
Over the coming weeks we at POETS would like to celebrate those poets who we believe to show exemplary skill within their craft. We have compiled a list of of names and you are one of them.

To help us celebrate you as a poet we would like to get to know you a little better by asking you some questions whilst you engage in conversation with me 😀

If you could dine with a poet of your choice (past or present) who would you choose?

Fifi: I do not have a poet in mind. And to be honest, I do not know a poet's name. Just the ones I learned at school. ðŸĪ—
But I want a dinner with my muse ðŸĪ—😅😅😅😅😅😅

Karen: ha ha ha that's a perfect answer 😂😂 in fact I love that answer 😊😊

My next question then would be, if you could truly choose anywhere to go for dinner with your chosen poet, where would you choose?

Fifi: By the fire in nature 😋🙄🙄🙄😍ðŸ”Ĩ😍😋😋😋
Do not ask me what I will eat .... my muse will disappear ðŸĪ—😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Karen: I think your muse would make a great dinner guest, she has a wonderful poetic energy 😊

Okay, so if money and imagination were no object where would you take her to dine and why would you take her there?

Fifi: Why in the green nature ??? 🙄🙄🙄
So that the orchestra of birds plays us a melody .... Watch the sky become the night.
Light a fire and watch the flames dance in her eyes.
At 00:00, I will watch her swim ... ah ... yes ... because I will have chosen where there is a lake .... of course she would be dressed ... Like Eve ðŸ˜ģðŸ˜ģðŸ˜ģ😍 😍😍🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️ðŸĪŠðŸ˜…😅😅😅
Or have a small boat to isolate ourselves in the middle of the lake. Of course she's going to row. I'm tired ðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢ It's exhausting to ....... recover firewood. 😂😂😂😂😂
A little basket full of kisses to feed her ...
I like natural romance. Simple and efficient....
For a restaurant it would be on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Everything would seem so small ... we would dominate the world ....

Karen: Mr you are so incredibly romantic!!

Natural romance is incredible, nature, the skies and of course the lake are all such beautiful poetic destinations the pair of you would be so busy scribbling poems ha ha ha

what wonderful food and drink would you be serving?

Fifi: That would be the drink she has on those lips. An elixir of the best growth. The desire ... 😅😅😅
For this, I do not go into detail .... 🙄🙄🙄😋😅😅😅😅
Other questions Karen? ðŸĪŠðŸ˜…😅😅
To answer you, I like cocktails. It's always colorful and decorated.
And it is drunk without thirst ...
On the way to a furious dance. ðŸĪŠðŸĪŠðŸĪŠ
A dish??? 🙄🙄🙄 I do not know what they are serving at the top of the Eiffel Tower. 😅😅😅😅
A kind meal of Valentine's Day. With a good wine to perfect the desire for dessert 😅😅😅😅
I do not know how to be serious ðŸĪ—😊 I've always been a naughty imp in dialogues ðŸĪ—

Karen: I think "naughty imp" is perfect, these interview/ dialogues are a great way for others to get to know you a little more and this is the real you, the naughty you, it gives your answers beautiful poetic energy

The most important question is what dessert...because dessert is important, very very important

Fifi: Vanilla ice cream let's see ðŸĪ—ðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢ
The ugly me in all his ... roguery 😅😅😅😅🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️😋

Karen: you covered in vanilla ice cream 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Okay ..would you guys talk formal, poetry and literature and culture

Or

Would you talk informal. Life and all the bumps that come with it?

Fifi: I will sing poetry with a Philharmonic orchestra 😅😅😅😅
In my poems, I can include choice number 2.
So I choose poetry to tell the story of life and its bumps ðŸĪ—
Very smart ego 😋😅😅😅😅😅🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️🙆♂️
And you understood very well the role of the ice 🙄🙄🙄ðŸĪĪðŸĪĪðŸĪĪðŸĶðŸĪĪðŸĪĪðŸĪĪ

ðŸ˜ģðŸ˜ģðŸ˜ģðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢðŸĪĢ

I asked Fifi to share with me some of his most favourite personal pieces of writing and he has chosen to share some of his recent collaboration poetry :) These are magnificent pieces Fifi :)

Emanations of tenderness.

Light as a feather,
On the paper trail,
The ink flows in harmony,
On the waves of my thoughts.

Thought pays off
With vigor and control.
They meet, dreams and desires,
In a role called life.

Come dance in our minds,
At the rhythm of our hearts,
From our mixed steps,
A furious music.

A deep and silent song,
What wraps them with passion.
Never sung or heard,
Just by our united souls.

They whirl and hop,
A flame makes them dance.
Day and night,
Metamorphoses of sweetness.

Emanations of tenderness,
To tie their bodies,
Souls are partying,
To the "boom boom" of their heart.


© Raquel and Philippe 2018 (photo and poem)


The second...

Collaboration + Raquel G Morais Morais and Philippe.

Blood of magma.

When the body speaks to the spirit,
Everything is touching the soul.
Caress it everywhere
You will leave a trail of fire.

On earth or in paradise
To reach the climax of desire,
Let it be repressed or hidden.
His touch is hot.

It will float in the sky,
Lying in a field of ecstasy.
The song of the climax,
Will release all these essences.

Dotted in oxygen,
Delicious volatile spray of a novel.
A wind blew in my mind.
From a mistral become passion.

Storm of tenderness,
And tornado of sweetness,
A scented water bath
Mosses like clouds.

Some small flames
Will be masters of candles,
Will dance their shadows,
On the wall of their love.

The butterflies begin to sing,
At the sound of crickets
The grass starts to shake,
Under this fiery breeze.

Fire is conquering us,
Fusion to unite our victory.
The delight of a concussion,
In the body and the mind.

It embalms with its warmer taste,
From the radiant passion of our bodies in union.
A melee of fiery sparks,
Who transports us and crosses us.

The hottest paroxysm.
A lava flowing in us,
Driven by our pleasure.
That will continue to spring.

As long as the volcano is active,
His home will be magna.
It's our blood circulating,
In the conduit of feelings.

Smile in the fire of passion to see what it will be.

© + Raquel G Morais Morais and + Fifi Lagachette

Collaboration + Raquel G Morais Morais and Philippe.



Thank you Fifi for answering these questions, your poetry always has the diversity of portraying a realism, your observational pieces have an emotional edge and your sensual writing takes the reader deep into the imagery. These elements of your poetry I see are a further extension of yourself, you've a wonderful personality and it has been a pleasure to get to know you over your time here in the community and I look forward to reading many more of your poems as we move across to our new home.

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© image Fifi
Paris image ourced from google search

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