Dreaming is the prerogative of poets, of creators. Reading Afro-Livresque’s May newsletter in my email, I found myself thinking, traveling, dreaming for the blink of an eye, for the duration of a commercial break, for a coffee break, that Port-au-Prince, my favorite city, my city of dreams, my lucky city, could become a hub for books like Medell\u00edn, this Colombian city known for its gangs and drug traffickers, declared by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) the ‘World Book Capital’ in 2027.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From Medell\u00edn, I think of Port-au-Prince, which saw me born on May 2 at Isa\u00efe Jeanty Hospital, in the Chancerelles area (Pont-Rouge). I think of the historian Georges Corvington and his hit series Port-au-Prince Over the Years. I also think of the writer Frank\u00e9tienne, who has examined every little step of this bustling, chatty, resourceful, capricious, sometimes irreverent city. I think of the event Livres en folie (already in its 32nd edition), which took place on June 4 at the El Rancho Convention Center. I salute the organizers, lenouvelliste.com together with unibankhaiti.com, for their vision and dedication.I\u2019m thinking of my friend, the nomadic poet, writer, and critic Marc Exavier, in his crusade \u201cMete liv nan men timoun yo\u201d so that books regain their nobility in the city. I\u2019m also thinking of the poet and theater man Syto Cav\u00e9, author of the text La Pesonn, which evokes the ugliness, fear, and blues that inhabit the loved one in this damaged, toxic, unlivable city.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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