De l'Oulipo et de la Chandelle verte by Jacques Bens. Published by Gallimard Editions, 2004.
'"From beginning to end, all the poetry of Jacques Bens says" I ", almost says" I ". It features someone who speaks in the first person. He speaks in verse. He tells himself. The opus bensias he says, is monomaniac of self-narration. I do not say that critically. One of the most stupid "pronunciamento" is, if applied to poetry: "The self is hateful." What "me", by the way, is it? Of another" ? who would be "my fellow, my brother," "hypocritical reader"? Not at all. It is an "I" only determined by his words, his verses, his adventures, his postures before the world. Those who knew Jacques Bens will recognise it, or not, it does not matter; recognise it and do not recognise it, inevitably. And those who did not know him, will recognise it or not, whatever. Let's distinguish then: there is the poet: Jacques Bens, and his character: JB.' (Preface by Jacques Roubaud)
Paperback first edition, very good condition. Book written entirely in French. Slight mark on front cover presumably from old price sticker.