Poetry. It seems it works better in France than anywhere else in the world.

Hidden in the heart of the 3rd Arrondissement in Paris, at 127 rue de Turenne, there is a discrete brass plate on the wall for a consultation office for patients who come for a “treatment” of a few minutes of poetry.

We made an appointment for this mysterious consultation with Arthur Teboul, the talented front man of the group Feu! Chatterton, and artist-poet above all, who invented the concept of Poem-Minute, a short, text-inspired consultation for impatient patients.

The cabinet office, decorated by the talented Mégane Servadio, has a rare elegance, The dark blue walls take root in a thick carpet with copper moons. The oracle's office is in the shape of a bridge or a banded curve, the poet's word is an arrow fired by the invisible into the light.

On the left wall an original drawing by Henri Matisse from the 40s, two sensual women dance there the unconscious premiers of La Ronde, its rare yellow radiates our expectation. This inspired Huis-Clos concludes with the moving reading of the newborn's sparkly text. I think of René Char, "The words that will arise know about us things we don't know about them".

“I know poetry is essential, but i don't know what for.”

“Je sais que la poésie est indispensable, mais je ne sais pas à quoi.” Jean Cocteau

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/ The Instigator

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