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Starlit Sky in Saas Fee, Switzerland

Photo by Thomas Sittler

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EDITORIAL
the sky at those shimmering balls of plasma, and wondered what strange planets might revolve around them, light-years away. Many contributions explored these ideas, with different approaches, and accross various formats. But the theme Other Worlds

e are happy to announce that copies all of

our previous issue Planet

Earth: Our Home, were sold, and that this present issue is placed in its continuity with the theme Other Worlds. City has been chosen as the theme for our twelfth issue, set to appear in the next school year: you can already send your submissions to BILINGUESE TAR TISTES@GMAIL. COM now or during the summer vacation. The picture on the left shows some

prompted you to think about not only the ramifications of possible extrasolar planets, and the life they may or may not harbor, but also the more intricate meanings of the phrase, which you related to human

perception, and voyages of the mind. Many contributors were able to discover or create rich new or alternate realities in their everyday, earthly lives. Turn the page to begin your journey

of the stars visible from the northern hemisphere, a small portion of our view into the immensity of space. Romanticist poets have always grappled with the melancholic awe that inhabits us when we consider the beauty, but also the insignificance of our home planet in the cosmos that never stops. As I waited in the cold night during the long exposure time of this photograph, I gazed into

into other worlds.

Thomas Sittler, Editor-in-Chief (24)

To meet the Bilingues et Artistes contributors, turn to page 15.

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 VOIR CE TRIMESTRE
HELMUT NEWTON Until June 17, 2012
Grand Palais, Galerie Sud-Est Av. Winston Churchill, 75008
A rather small, yet very commendable retrospective upon the work of the renowned fashion photographer Helmut Newton, who died in 2004 after a professional career spanning 67 years. Having worked for Vogue, Elle and other publications, he distinguished himslef by a passion for the allure of the female form, by which he reflected the sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s. Far from a staid reflection of the current years styles, these photographs transmit mood and stories as conspiciously as some mainstream art photography. Naturally, the gallery gives a prominent place to his famous 1980/90s Big Nudes, but look out for the smaller pictures in the corners: there are many intriguing gems of creativity among these original frames.

MULTIVERSITS CRATIVES Jusquau 6 aot 2012

Lexposition entrane ses visiteurs sur la piste de lexprimentation, de la recherche et des travaux prospectifs dans les domaines de larchitecture, du design, et de linnovation sociale. Organise autout de trois axes majeurs: gnrer, fabriquer, reprsenter; elle prsente entre autres un Fab Lab, concept de fabrication initi par le MIT et qui sadapte des besoins trs personnels et spcifiques, petite chelle.

Centre Georges Pompidou 19 Rue Beaubourg, 75004 Paris

TIM BURTON - LEXPOSITION Until Aug. 8, 2012

La Cinmathque Franaise 51 Rue de Bercy, 75012 Paris

BOB DYLAN - LEXPLOSION ROCK Until June 15, 2012

The exhibit around Tim Burton at the Cinmathque Franaise is not only an opportunity to enjoy his entire filmography (including his most obscure shorts) but also to discover his talents as a cartoonist, painter, video artist, photographer, and sculptor. Designed by the New York MoMA, the exhibit brings you behind the scenes into the intimacy of Tim Burtons creative process, with prototypes, drafts, notebooks and even the resin scale models that were used on his sets.

Cit de la Musique 221 Avenue Jean Jaurs, 75019 Paris

LES MATRES DU DSORDRE Jusquau 29 Juil. 2012

Cette exposition raconte, au fil de photos indites, dobjets et de documents rares, ainsi que darchives audiovisuelles, la priode de 1661 1966, considre comme dcisive dans la carrire du musicien le plus emblmatique de la seconde moiti du XXme sicle. Bob Dylan y rvolutionna son approche artistique et gagna une notorit pour ses chants contestataires. Il sassocia Joan Baez, et composa des titres tels que Like a Rolling Stone qui llevrent au rang dicne de la musique.

Typiquement multiculturelle, lexposition sarticule autour de 3 grandes sections: lordre imparfait, la matrise du dsordre et la catharsis. Elle analyse la notion de dsordre travers les diffrentes manires de le contenir et passe en revue les rites qui rpriment les passions humaines et les bacchanales et leurs quivalents, qui permettent un dchanement temporaire des pulsions transgressives. Des objets, des costumes, des reprsentations anthropologiques, mais aussi des oeuvres dartistes contemporains sont exposs.
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Muse du quai Branly 37 Quai Branly, 75007 Paris

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Space NEBUL
Gazing at the night sky cascades of wonder flow and the wisdom of a thousand years lies hidden in your wide eyes, dusk dreaming patiently of daylight. Somewhere, through the lumbering silent stretches of measurable space, a flash of light bursts forth from the infinite silence of a dying stars still-beating heart.

by Christopher Wyckoff, 2INT

Stars through thin cloud Saas Fee, Switzerland

Photo by Thomas Sittler (24)

Through the ravening jaws of galaxies it slips, dancing on the rims of comets, swirling and leaping and blazing closer, it seems towards you. Finally now it rears its head above the clouds, breaking through the grey dawn And you are no longer blinded by the sun For though my long and weary night is over your day has just begun.

Poem by Marco del Valle (2INT)

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FINAL ODYSSEY
Tom. Tom. Eh, Tom. Tom, wake up, Tom.

By Anne-Sophie Bine (2INT)

Tom in question cracks open an eyelid, revealing the shimmering slit of a blue, black and white eyeball. Pass the coffee, Tom. Toms hand extends with a grunt of effort, pawing towards the shelves near him to however far it can reach, his fingers knocking down a significant number of objects. Keys, keychains, old, sticky candy, all float in mid-air, as if suspended on invisible string. I narrow my eyes like I used when I watched magicians perform their own hovering tricks, trying to puzzle out how the magical objects managed to stay there. This time I know, of course. It is simple, everyone knows why. There is no gravity in space, and no gravity means things arent pulled down. Tom nudges over a large, metallic thermos that glides lazily over towards where I can reach it. I maneuver it with the grace that belongs to oftenperformed gestures and tip out globs of coffee into the air. They float, too, grotesque bubbles like the ones kids blow out of soap. I wonder whether they still do that. Whether girls still skip rope and boys still run around tossing pebbles at each other. Whether people still play and dance and love each other the same. My companion tips his head back with another soft moan, pretending to be asleep. I know better - Ive spent the past thirty eight months staring at him as he goes to sleep. I know the way his chest moves up and down and the way his breath rasps in his nose and the way his head lolls about when he is asleep. Tom? Mm? I pause, suddenly not knowing what I was going to ask, wondering if Id just spoken to fill up the silence that yawned before us, empty and cold. I swallow the coffee, feeling it turn back into the familiar liquid as it enters my mouth, swallowing in the way theyd taught us so I didnt end up swallowing empty air. Mm? Tom repeats, unwilling to press me, yet, I could see, curious. Nothin. He opens his eyes again, fully this time. They peer at me like twin globes, covered in blue water, pupils round black spots like spherical continents. What? How many days? We both turn our eyes to the monitor screen by his right side. For a moment neither of us moves, and suddenly Tom nudges it with his foot, turns it on and numbers flash dully. Two thousand, nine hunred and two, Tom announces ceremoniously, well aware I can see for myself. I frown, a smile turned upside down and hanging on my lower lip like a sickle moon. Thats what it was yesterday. And the day before, I add mentally, and the comment hangs in the silence between us, heavy with unsaid. We both stare at the monitor screen to avoid looking at each other. Tom... I know. Outside, stars are shining like pinpricks of light poked into a sheet of black paper. I try to remember what the sky looked like back when I stood with my two feet on the ground, looking up. I think - I think it looked huge and unreachable and full of secrets. Im in that same sky, I tell myself, but it sounds shallow and meaningless. What was once evident for me, the earth and peat below me, has turned upside down. Now the first thing I see every morning is black sky, and the earth is no longer anywhere to be seen. I remember looking at it, though. Remember looking at it the same way I once looked up at the sky, in reverence and wonder. My world is upside down.
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 So I say it anyway, force the words out of my dry throat. Were not going to get there, are we? Tom shakes his head, a gesture so small I almost miss it. Both of us are too tired to hypothesize. To wonder whether the operation was ever given any hope. To wonder what politics were behind the decision to send us where we are. To wonder if the other world ever existed in the first place. Theres no such thing as another world, Tom adds, surprising me. I start to say something and reconsider. Any other moment I would have laughed at him. He looks grim, his hair sticking to his scalp, unshaved since however long its been, jaw muscles pulsing. But I dont, because at that moment he sounds exactly like my thoughts, and it is inevitably inscribed in human nature that one cannot truthfully laugh at oneself. And he is right, after all. There is no such thing as another world. And there is no such thing as a world in the first place: what is a world, if right now my world is a space shuttle adrift in the sky with what used to be two companions and now was only one? You know those questions? Tom seems almost self conscious, picking at his fingernails as he speaks. Which questions? Those questions you ask people, you know, like, whered you most wanna go in the world, or, like, who would you meet if you could? What about them? You know that one where they ask you what youd do if you only had a day to live? So? So what would you do? I snort derisively, scorning Tom because he is getting too close to what I cant afford to be thinking. Go back to sleep, Tom. Even though I have my back to him I can hear him turn uncomfortably. Restrained against the wall as we are, it is difficult to move. No, really. Id go kiss an elephant, I mutter to the wall. Silence answers me. And then, What if you dont know how long you have to live, but you know it wont be very much longer? Then youre screwed, I announce. But- I turn around with as much viciousness as I can muster. Just stop. Dont say it. Just shut up, okay, Tom? He has the good grace to look hurt, but still he plows on, war horse against all onslaught. You have to face it. Stop sounding so grim. Its true. I screw my eyes shut as hard as I can. Lights flicker on the backs of my eyelids and the images remain as vivid as ever in my mind. I want to block it all out, shove my fingers into my ears and not hear Tom, but as it is always the case, the worst monsters are those we have within ourselves. The worst monsters are those that kill you softly. Memories.

A surrealist patchwork
Jade Herv (24)

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OTHER WORLDS, OTHER MINDS

The timely Venus breathes the cold Dry air down the nape of my neck And in my young mind mind I am old. I hold my bare hands as if to check... I am greeted by the familiar numbness As I draw them back the human scent of solitude Wafts back towards me, careless... I was reminded, I looked on with beatitude. A great thick fog filled my nose, and deafening Was the slow stream couloured dark by the lives of men The shores brushed smooth by the sand, rotting. The cold moonlight reflected the moist mud and fen. The taste of my tongue in mouth is dry death, I bend and drink my last.
Tobie Barb (Tle IB)

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THERE ON BEYOND THE SEA

There I was, kneeling on the deck of cloth. A catamaran is a tool of the mind. The two floaters bobbing over the water; they were like two prows which slid in perfect harmony, linked through two steel bars and a solid black net. A long mast shot up, holding a spacious sail to welcome the wind. Gently slicing through the mirrored sky, we glided forward. Steadfast I grasped the rope, straining it to high wind. The sails catching every gust and blow, firmly tugging the catamaran preparing the leap forwards against the assaults of the sea. Roaring over the gushes. Bringing us beyond port sight. Waving away, I departed from my world. Sails blaring and blazing with the fire of the red hot sun. Keeping the rudder on my knee, the prow answering my every twitch and turn. I departed from my world. The Floaters singing their cut in the heavy liquid. Displacing the elegant ripples scattering as we past. Gliding through the breeze, to the frontier of the bashful current. Rushing away, flying oer, to far reach beyond the bay. I departed from my world. Alone in the stretch of an ocean, overcoming keel and torrent; to the harsh smell of salt. I departed from their world.
Raphael Reboul, 1re L

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What is it about

r a i n d r o p s
that captivates us so much?
Theyre like strange, distorted mirrors, bending and reflecting and refracting light to show us the everyday world... differently. Theres something magical about the way water drops splash. They collapse into the waters surface, forming an abyss that then shoots back up gracefully, tiny streams shooting out in all directions like a fountain. We see things like this every day, but we never notice this world of beauty at all. We dont take notice because were so focused on our problems and our worries that we never stop to look at all the tiny wonders beneath our feet. They form a whole different world, one that we never see, and that we may never discover, unless we take the time to stop and look.
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un art rvlateur du 21me sicle

Neil, who also designed this issues cover, envisions and creates alternative realities with the help of technology. He leveraged Adobe Photoshop CS6s innovative new photo manipulation tools to allow new visions of his world to unfold. A mixture of experimentation and freewheeling imagination, these digital pieces allow him to expand his ideas freely, and veer off from the real-world raw material that he uses.

Quand nous parlons dart, nous pensons directement aux artistes tels que Raphael, Van Goghzz ou Rodin, ces peintres classiques, impressionnistes, sculpteurs modernes. Ces artistes ont rvolutionn leur poque par leurs crations qui prsentaient souvent une manire innovante de penser la cration. Cest pourquoi jai dcid, en minspirant de ces innovations dexplorer lide dun art rvlateur des tendances du 21me sicle, caractris par laccs au plus grand nombre de techniques de cration numriques. Alors que les linges entre les arts ne cessent de se brouiller, et que les formats et procds de conception nouveaux se hissent au mme niveau que les arts traditionels, jai voulu me servir dun logiciel de cration pour comparer ma souris un pinceau. Limage en haut droite se rapproche dun rendu peint, en rfrence ces matres rvolutionnaires.
Neil Saada (24)

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UN MONDE IDAL

UN AUTRE MONDE

Si le Petit Prince revenait visiter la Terre Il verrait que le Droit na pas chass la guerre Il apprendrait que largent y ctoie la misre Il saurait que la Nature est toujours sacrifie Du, il repartirait pour lAutre Monde Car lAutre Monde est un monde parfait Jaimerais moi aussi y habiter !

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Que peut vouloir dire regarder un autre monde? Dans cette photo, une touriste observe le port de Hong Kong. Elle tend la main vers cet univers tranger, mais une vitre invisible len spare. A la fois proche et lointaine de ce paysage, elle nest quune ombre mystrieuse, dans cette atmosphre transie, o le temps se fige. La dualit du lien qui existe entre le personnage et le panorama qui se droule devant elle, les rend la fois proches et lointains: le dsir dvasion vers lautre ct triomphera-t-il des barrires insaisissables? Cette vision nest-elle quune illusion inatteignable?

Texte et photographies de Duc Peterman (24)

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MERVEILLE ET INVENTION Il existe dans les autres mondes, celui de lartifice. Chacun dentre nous a ressenti cet merveillement visuel, sonore, tactile, gustatif ; ce doux parfum du monde qui nous entoure. La baitude du moment lorsquon dcouvre comme un nouveau-n la beaut du cosmos spirituel et physique. Comme si notre univers nous apparaissait sous une nouvelle forme, plus clatant, plus intrigant. Pourtant, cet blouissement inoui n du matriel le plus commun mais de llvation psychique la plus extraordinaire, est une pure cration de lesprit. Ainsi cet den singulier, o chaque petit dsir est rassasi, o cette curiosit est ravie, o chaque petit dtail nous bahit ; tout cela est vite rattrap par le fastidieux quotidien, le symptome du normal. Face aux ordinaires alas de la vie, se forme le besoin, lincessante aspiration ce merveilleux spirituel. La recherche des paradis et artifices a commenc. Freud nonce que chaque tre humain est un esprit divis en deux parties: conscient et inconscient. Le conscient est notre esprit tel quon le percoit le plus clairement. Il est form de sentiments et penses que lon ressent, comprend et contrle. Cest la manipulation intentionnelle des facults mentales. Linconscient, au contraire, regroupe des penses quil nous est impossible de contrler, une perception du monde extrieur et de soi-meme que lon prouve sans le reconnaitre et qui est souvent inexplicable. Lducation vient ajouter aux deux caractres le Sur-Moi. Celui-ci inculque lhomme une certaine morale, une valeur qui est structure lors de lenfance et ladolescence. Par consquent, travers ce cloisonnement de lesprit germe un conflit. Si linconscient savre tre incontrlable, voire dangereux, il est alors incompatible avec lhumanit qui prfre sa supervision par le conscient.

2001: A Space Odyssey Stargate Scene

Dans la recherche du merveilleux, une symbiose entre le conscient et linconscient se forme pour dvoiler une beaut invisible, des dtails auparavant inexistants qui permettent la perception de sagrandir. Car le monde de linconscient cre un sentiment de fantaisie, tant limagination se dveloppe. A travers la recherche dune illusion du merveilleux vient la recherche aux Paradis Artificels, travers une mutation chimique de lesprit. Car narcotiques et stupfiants sillustrent par un mirage du prodige humain. Linconscient et le conscient sont spars par une barrire mentale. Letat demmerveillement vise les harmoniser; mais la drogue dtruit violemment cette barrire. Lesprit, dlaiss, dlabr, ruin de toute part, rorganise morceaux par morceaux le mur effondr. Mais ltre humain, plong dans ce leurre de la merveille, gote au poison, et succombe inconsciament laddiction. Certains trouvent alors agrable dannilier le Sur-Moi, de de se sentir ainsi totalement dshinib et dy trouver un mlange de conscient-inconscient. Dans ce dsoeuvrage de lesprit humain, peut se crer lillusion du merveilleux. Cest bien Baudelaire qui dcrit cette condition comme une jouissance morbide ; on voudrait se sentir affranchi de toute rgle morale et civique, voyager dans un monde o tout parat parfait. En ralit, ce nest pas la beaut elle-mme que lon percoit lorsque lon se noie sous les stupfiants, ces substances voilent notre esprit, nous rendent aveugle toute laideur, et en particulier la ntre. Pourtant, certains artistes recourent cet tat desprit pour parvenir la cration. Il se trouve de certains des meilleurs albums des Beatles ou de Pink Floyd que la drogue tait leur muse principale. Navons nous pas tous regard des peintures de Christopher Woods ou Basquiat avec admiration ? Lu Baudelaire et Rimbaud, totalement plong dans leur criture? Comment comprendre alors quune chose si nefaste mne une beaut si nouvelle? Nombreux sont les artistes qui, en manquent dinspiration ou dans la recherche de nouveaux horizons se sont noys dans la drogue, jusquau point de sen tuer. Faut-il en conclure que les artistes, sont pret a sacrifier leur corps pour atteindre de nouveaux mondes de la cration? Chaque tre humain possde donc la capacit ressentir ltat dmmerveillement. Cet tat surnaturel permet lhomme de gouter des mondes nouveaux. Mais cet tat est si court et rare que la certains sen remettront la drogue. Un leurre du prodige humain, qui cre un miroir dfigur de ltat demmerveillement. Ce leurre permis daucuns dinventer de nouvelles choses, au dpends de leur sant physique et mentale. La drogue tue petit feu ltre rvolt.
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