Gottfried Benn / Jörg Hermle - Immer was schreit (Toujours quelque chose crie) - 2003

Everything screams
(Always something screams)

Poems by Gottfried Benn
Etchings by Jörg Hermle

The texts of this bilingual edition, partly original, of fifteen poems by Gottfried Benn, in Pierre Garnier’s translation, have been conceived and hand-printed in Trieste and Franklin types by Michael Caine, with the collaboration of Pierre-Marie Jamart, at the Atelier de la Cerisaie presses in Paris.
The etchings by Jörg Hermle were pulled by Atelier René Tazé in Paris.
The cases were produced by Morina Ratsaphoumy.

Sixty-two copies were printed, numbered and signed by the artist:
- 45 copies, numbered 1 to 45, on Arches 250-gram vellum, containing 8 original etchings;
- 10 copies, numbered I to X, on moulin Richard de Bas 250-gram paper, containing a suite of the engravings enriched with 4 original etchings;
- 7 printer’s copies, numbered A to G, for collaborators and the legal deposit.

120 pages, 38.5 x 28.5 cm

magnificent copy

A work presented by Alain-Michel Planchon for the Dissonances editions in 2003.

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Gottfried Benn, born May 2, 1886 in Mansfeld and died July 7, 1956 in Berlin, is a German writer. He is regarded as a figure of expressionism and as one of the greatest German-language writers of his generation, on a par with Thomas Mann, Robert Musil, Ernst Jünger or Bertolt Brecht.

Jörg Hermle

Born in Berlin in 1936.
In the eye of the cyclone. Hitler rules; Benn, withdrawn in his study, cares. Cabinetmaking, Decorative Arts, Fine Arts. Painter, lithographer, engraver, sculptor. He settled in Paris in 1961, married a Frenchwoman who is herself a painter. Of expressionist sensibility, often unsettling, sometimes boisterous, with a biting, ambiguous humor, Jörg Hermle disturbs the gaze despite the evident pictorial seduction.
Angels or demons, monsters move among his canvases, strange and familiar, amid gaunt, anonymous men. Humanity?
Even more than infernal machinery or teratological deliriums, yet irresistibly, it is the scenes of family happiness, idyllic meals in the countryside, pools and sunny beaches that generate a diffuse terror: something is about to implode. Probably in the image that follows, the one that is missing.
Jörg Hermle paints just before the catastrophe.