Adèle Haenel & Les Marquises @ Maison de la Poésie, Paris

[@By_Ashvin]

J'ai fermé les yeux pour ne laisser que mon ouïe en éveil. Vous m'avez fait voyager, frissonner. Quel cadeau vous nous faites. Merci 💐🍀

[@shelllina8]

Damn, this woman! Her voice, her face, her mannerisms! She is so interesting! I do not understand a word of this but am completely captivated.

[@nz5828]

Same here.

[@daniellasantos013]

equally

[@xxxyyy2951]

i don't even know french but look who is here to watch all the video. I'm laughing at myself like a crazy person

[@daniellasantos013]

there was the same thing

[@RuthTemple]

It's all good practice for you.

[@b52bomber23]

What I noticed about Adele is that although she’s feminine, there are occasions where her mannerisms are masculine or tomboyish as some may describe. Regardless she’s very appealing physically, intellectually, emotionally and mentally. She’s very intense for sure and wonderfully weird or different. 😘 Have no clue but sounds amazing 😉

[@daniellasantos013]

exactly, it makes it interestingly amazing

[@romi280BS]

Que belleza de mujer. 😍

[@cinelez]

4:33 when she crosses her arms. I was melting already and she finished me off lol

[@kissmissthis]

Omg funny af!!!

[@daniellasantos013]

hahahahahahahahha....I thought the same

[@ingrid45640]

Her voice is very powerful !

[@Elva263]

Su voz, es increible, quisera que Adele Sacara algun podcast jajaja , me relaja su voz

[@prosoponmind9761]

The translation: (Music) Of those that nowhere exists, Nothing can be born. And that being annihilated, it is neither possible nor believable. Because it will always be there, where it will always be supported. In the whole, neither the life of absence, nor excess of presence. Things stay that way, in a still circle. (Music) How vain are his words spoken by mortals, who have had only partial vision of the whole. There is only one vision born from both eyes. I am an exile from God, and a wanderer. In the old days I was a young man, and a young girl, and a shrub, and a bird, and a mute sea fish. The idiots ! Their thought has no concern for depth: really, to expect something to die, perish entirely! Poor in their life and the part of life that men perceive. In their brief fate like smoke carried in the air and already flown. Their faith only goes by chance, which they each meet. Everywhere allowing himself to be led. But "the Everything”, who wishes to find it. Thus, out of their sight, remain its secrets. You cannot hear them, nor can you grasp them by the mind. See with all your senses how everything appears. Without granting, since you have vision, more trust in your eyes than in hearing. Nor, to hearing rich in noise, more than to the evidence tasted by the tongue. To any of the other organs, do not deny your faith. Knows everything according to its appearance. No master in such knowledge, from the bottom of his heart, would tend this oracle that the sole duration of life - what is called life - marks the duration of existence, with its share of misfortunes and happiness, which before being assembled, after being dissolved, mortals are nothing. (Music) Come on, I’m going to talk about the elements of everything we see now that has arisen. The land, and then the sea with foaming waves and humid air, And then this titan that is the ether of his tight all-around circle. The elements, the sun and the earth and the sky and the sea are closely related to their own party, which far from birth actually disperse in mortal beings. The Four Roots of All Things First, learn them: Zeus, luminous, Era, carrier of life and Hades the lord of shadow and Poseidon who nourishes the sources of mortals with his tears. Chance then made the elements. (Music) Earth increases its own mass, ether increases ether, dark is the night air, lonely and blind. Many fires are burning at the bottom, under the earth. Ether thus met them, sometimes leaping, often in other ways. And then ether plunged to the bottom of the earth with its powerful roots. Sweat of the earth, the sea. From the earth grew many heads but neckless and wandered bare arms, shoulderless and eyes floated, not anchored to the forehead. In the raw state at first, clay forms rise up, with both their share of water and their share of kindling/own fire, the fire making them grow. All the elements are equal and are each born at the same time. However, each has its own role and has its own character. Each in turn, over time wins. If the elements were found to be endlessly corrupt, they would no longer possessed the "Being" now. What could increase "the Everything" and where would it come from, In what direction could the destruction of "the Everything" be accomplished? Since there ain't no place that's empty of things, The elements are therefore the only ones to have the "Being". And in their course, by mutual exchange, they become this or that, remaining continually alike. (Music) It is from the elements that all things are formed and adjusted. These are the elements that all things come out of. All that has been, is, and will be. It was from them that the trees arose and the men and women and the beasts, And the birds and in the water the fish and the gods who enjoy longevity and the highest honors. Such is the case of the seashell opponent who inhabit the sea and such are the Buxins all caparisoned with stones and the turtles at home, you can see it. The earth forms a crust. Knowing, knowing that there is an emanation of all things born. One has learned to be born from the multiple, sometimes one increases to the point of being the only one existing from the multiple. And sometimes again, one divides and get out of the multiple. Twice mortals there is therefore birth and twice destruction. Sometimes under the reunion, sometimes the reunion of all things, is born and destroyed. And sometimes, under the effect of separation, what was formed dissipates and flies away. I want to tell you again: birth, it is for none. All are mortal, no more than with death there is no end. But only mixture, variation of mixtures, that this. Birth is the name in men for this alternating rhythm. When a mixture of elements arrives in bright air or in the form of a man, Or in the form of a species among wild beasts, plants or among birds, So we say: birth. And when the elements fall apart, here is death again. How vain are these words, made by many mortals and who have had of "the Everything", only a partial vision. (music) So everything inhales and exhales. The soft seized the soft. The sea rushed over the sea. The treble leaps on the treble. The hot rode the hot. The elderberry mixes with the fiber. And the darkness of the bottom of the river comes from the shadow, This is also observed in deep caves. In this mixture, depending on whether the biggest element is the rarest, or the smaller is the most abundant. From him is born the blood and the various tissues that make up the flesh. Like two painters when they decorate their paintings with colors, as artists educated in the secrets of their art. When their hands take the various colors they mixed them in subtle harmonies, a little more of this, a little less of that.

[@prosoponmind9761]

And from this material, generates a pleasure of forms imitating all kinds of things: trees and creat men and women, beasts, birds and fish in the water. So do not let the error of your mind get hold of you, do not believe that the things that are seen to appear diverse and in infinite number in mortals come from elsewhere. (Music) Love and discord are two forces, as they were yesterday, will also be tomorrow. And I don't believe that this couple will be empty of immense time. The elements never cease to provide for their mutual exchanges. Sometimes out of love, together they form a single ordinance. Sometimes each of them is separated by hate. And when new, from a dissociated one, the multiple arises, things are reborn for a precarious life. And insofar as it constantly provides for their mutual exchange, She remains thus, in a circle, motionless. Under the effect of love, together, things compete, driven by a shared desire to be together. While the sugar of the fig tree coagulates and curdles the white milk, but, dispersed by a hateful discord, mortals wander alone, driven to distant shores, obstacles of life. Such is the fate also of the trees, of the fish which live under the waters, of the animals which nest on the sides of the mountains, and of the birds that sail in the air. Going back, I must take the road that my song had already opened up. From the discourse, a new discourse is born which is: when, in the depths of the whirlwind hatred had fallen, when love reached the center of the swirl, the elements then competed in him to make only one. Not all on the spot, but with reflection, coming from who on one side, who from the other. From the elements thus mixed flowed thousands and thousands of mortal races. But many objects remained unmixed, separated, next to things mixed. All that still unresolved hatred was holding back. Sometimes here, she kept her hold. And sometimes, she was out of it. But the more discord flew, more beneficial immortal surge of love, free from blame, crept in. Immediately, things that once had known the joys of immortality became mortal. And things that used to be unmixed shaking, changing direction. Elements thus mixed, flow in a properly infinite plurality of mortals race, with varied aspects, astonishing to see. (music) A crowd has acquired two-sided, two-chested monsters, bovines with human faces, In reverse, children with the heads of ox were born, creatures half man, half woman and whose limbs disappeared under fur. (Music) In the old times, I was young man, and young girl, and shrub, and bird, and mute sea fish. Chance willed it, every human being has a conscience. If you engrave deep in your steadfast mind, severity and contemplate them with a pure heart and with untiring attention, all of these truths will always be yours. And thanks to them, you will be able to acquire many more. Of themselves indeed, each grows at the heart of each individual, where his nature sits. But if, on the contrary, you burn with desires for all other things, such as those we see, quite contemptible by the thousands, the thoughts of men blunt. Severity, soon will desert your soul, as time goes by, Aspiring to revisit the familiar ground from which they came from. Know it, in fact, everything is conscious and is a part of thought. Hair, leaves, and plumage of birds, scales on vigorous limbs are one and the same. So won't you stop these cruel massacres, and don't you see that madness pushes you to kill yourself (humain being). (music) The father takes his son whom he does not recognize because his form had change. And he lifts him up to heaven by muttering a prayer. And this innocent child, he kills him. And yet, the crowd hesitates to sacrifice the poor supplicant, but him, deaf to these cries, carrie the slaughtered to the back of his palace, preparing the feast. In the same way, the son abduct his father and the children their mothers. And taking their lives from them, they consume the flesh of their own parents. The golden age, these had for god neither Ares, nor tumult, nor king Zeus, neither Kronos, nor Poseidon, but queen Cypris. He sought to please her with pious gifts, or painted animals, with a thousand perfumes of a subtle essence. And with purified Mire offerings, and incense smoke. He poured the blond honey on the ground as a libation (nb: religious ritual) Their altar ignored the pure blood of bulls, and it was an abominable crime for these people, to take their lives from them and devour their flesh. And he was among them a man of very mighty knowledge, who possessed the greatest treasure of thought and sovereign guardian of all various works of wisdom. So much in his faculties, this man could evoke the precise memory of all that he had been, man or beast, during the ten and even twenty human lives that he had. All creatures were tame and for man, prone to gentleness. Wild beasts and birds, the flame of friendship shone. And if the moment of an animal form has come, men become lions, living in the mountains and lying on the ground. And if the moment for a plant form has come, they become laurels. (music) I am an exile from God, and a wanderer. I cried, I sobbed at the sight of this unusual country. What an honor to fall, and from the height of such great fortune, we came here, to the hollow of the covered den. Country without joy, where murders and then anger, withering plagues and putrefactions. Works of corruption, wander in darkness. Short is the part of life left to our life. Doomed to inevitable death, we go up in smoke. Each of us believes only in what chance puts in our way. And yet, we believe we have discovered it all. For from the living he made the dead, changing their forms. And the dead, the living. (music) Sometimes, the reunion of all things creates and otherwise destroys. And sometimes, under the effect of separation, what was formed dissipates and flies away. Of those who nowhere exist, nothing can be born. And that being annihilated, it is neither possible nor believable. Because it will always be there, where it will always be supported.

[@RuthTemple]

Thank you. 💖📖

[@gabriellajung3834]

Do you have the link to the original french text? It seems like she's reading from Empédocle Sur la Nature but it's all fragmented...

[@frogwalker95]

Gracias

[@diemhuong448]

@@prosoponmind9761 omgggg i know it's quite late but thanksssss so much. I do appreciate that

[@mont1008]

ahhhhh qué hermoso se escucha la poesía en francés y mas en la voz de Adele, no se nada de este idioma hermoso pero amo la poesía.

[@mariapersson782]

Her voice...😍

[@Milda360]

even tho i don't understand what she's saying i really love to listen to her speak

[@daniellasantos013]

equally

[@Discover_Peace]

In my life... I wondered about the things of the world like Moon, plants, Colors of rainbow... And Adele. Feeling pleasant to watch her everytime. Love you Adele.👍

[@carrots_arelife2924]

Thanks for sharing this clip! I have never seen such a thing. How enlightening

[@dancingriver4360]

Thanks for uploading this here, truly delightful! Merci!

[@nz5828]

This is so soothing

[@yellerbelly]

This is what I have wanted!!

[@iratherbeanonymous6894]

*I DON'T Know French, But I Know & Love Adèle Haenel And SO End Up Visiting All Her Videos! Somebody Please Some English Subtitles! Thank You!.*

[@miriamgaliciavarela865]

No sé el frances pero es un gusto ver y escuchar a Adéle

[@NatLaBellaDonna]

J'adore, a thousand times over. ×××

[@skwal3009]

Je t'aime Adèle ❤

[@zhene91]

아델❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[@clueless-lassi-joins-internet]

*English Subtitles Please!!* 🙏💞.

[@sheldox]

I wish I knew French.

[@zandyvila1545]

Im starting to learn French now

[@karahart1349]

Same 😍

[@zandyvila1545]

@@ye6657 Salut! 👋 Can we be friends? 😊

[@daniellasantos013]

elle peut dire n'importe quoi, je me perds, je dois voir plus souvent jusqu'à ce que je puisse prêter attention au discours ... elle détourne mon attention ...

[@marieccarlson3523]

Impressive

[@carolinemoraes7620]

does someone knows where can I find this text in english, please? Who is the author, Adele?

[@tendreverveine2553]

Prosopon Mind put the translation in the comments, and as the description mentions, the text is from Empedocles :)

[@mohammedraghad]

I hope translate to English 💕

[@clueless-lassi-joins-internet]

*I Think I Am In Trouble!* 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🥺🥺😭😭.

[@archives-live-benlx]

I have taped this show; the original post (no ads) : vimeo.com/294832695

[@أنا-ث8ذ]

تذكرت معلمتي عندما تحكي القصص في مادة التعبير

[@swirlandtwirl5417]

Somebody translated her speech on the comments.

[@julie8461]

J'essaye de tout écouter mais je m'endors à chaque fois(c'est pas de l'ennui, c'est très bien lu etc ).Je me concentre et tout et paf 😵‍💫.

[@proovemewrong]

Si tu as des problèmes de sommeil et que Mme Haenel t'aide, bah c'est cool 👌

[@julie8461]

@@proovemewrong oui avec un bon casque ça aide vraiment bien, c est tout le contexte musique etc qui joue aussi en plus je pense 👍.

[@gracexu9694]

i suffered not understanding french

[@Gals17]

What is it about?

[@mariachiaretta2758]

lee un texto de el filosofo Empedocles. Ya que estoy en casa por la cuarentena de apoco lo traduciré para mi con algún traductor. Es tan bello escucharla.

[@jacquelinequartieri4941]

Thank you for the amazing translation. I watched it without translation but knowing what she was saying made it sooo much better. Amazing poem. Adele seems to enjoy doing public readings. She is brilliant.

[@أنا-ث8ذ]

لا اعرف فرنسي سوى قليل جدا

[@nccountry1412]

She is weird

[@emilyrugburn9167]

Weird? Why? Says you? She's an amazing actress.

[@NatLaBellaDonna]

In the most gorgeous way💘

[@ncontraluz]

So what? What is the need to make this type of comment?

[@Tipperary757]

She is unique, powerful and intense. An artist.