Jean Kergrist, the atomic clown is no longer

“I’m going to the flowers peace within the soul” wrote Jean Kergrist to his buddies just a few days in the past.

“Nibbled in all places with a crab very intelligent, full of morphine to make pale Verlaine or Rimbaud”, he had warned and insisted, “heave your fears and your tears, the flight will likely be pleased!”

Dying, he most popular to chortle … he had baptized his final present, 79.three … he was calculating the time he had left to stay and on the finish, invited the viewers to go away the room by the way in which, “by the underside, the low sides, you come again by the “Central alley, you throw holy water, if you’ll.”

A real artist, he defined, “It should die on stage”it's matter “Molière”. And he added with a glowing eye, “If I’ve to die in my mattress, I'll prepare for it to be theatrical.” To chortle to not cry! It has at all times been his motto, his creed!

A crimson nostril on his life, a bit of by likelihood

Born Jean Hamon June 12, 1940, (nice nice nice grandson of ToutanK, he stated typically), he was on the seminary in Lyon, he was to grow to be a priest, when a nuclear energy plant undertaking in Creis Malville was born. He didn’t know how one can oppose it. Laughter appeared to him the very best weapon. Higher than a Kalashnikov, laughter makes holes in certainties, preconceived and preconceived concepts.

The atomic clown was born, he traveled all of the roads of France and Europe. At Plogoff, on the moor, sooner or later in 1980, Kergrist pulled out of his suitcase a puppet prefect and a catalog of wallpaper: the general public inquiry was asking folks what wallpapers they wished within the workplace of the director of the central nuclear, a real false democracy! The Plogoff plant won’t ever see the sunshine of day.

However the atomic clown was launched …

The Cocogéma clown enriches Jean's nuclear tour … then arrive in flip, the clown Chomdu, the Minister of Overseas Affairs, the under-secretary of steady … he places his crimson nostril wherever it goes and denounces along with his skimpy costumes and a funnel on the top the world that goes loopy. Inexperienced algae that invade seashores, nitrates and pesticides that poison rivers.
On stage, in his novels, as in “Trousse casserole” on industrial henhouses, he was frightened about the way forward for agriculture.

“I'm not a lesson giver, moralizer” he affirmed. He had adopted the phrases of Molière in Tartuffe's preface: “Castigat ridendo mores”To appropriate manners by laughing.

There may be most likely nothing extra unhappy than the demise of a clown, it's just like the rain on the summer season … it ought to by no means occur.