Mister Chancellor,
The Consul General made me the honor of granting me oneiric asylum, and encourages me to apply for the Patagonian nationality, so that I am hereby applying for this favor.
Of course, I wish to work for the fame and glory of His Majesty. However, as a historian of art and admirer of Baudelaire, I have been nurturing since childhood a passion for lighthouses – any lighthouses. The Patagonian coasts, with their a strong-tempered sea, are an ideal place to erect buildings designed to salvage the unfortunate ones who splash in the turbid waters of this time. I am convinced that the re-edification of the tower of Pharos could be achieved only in Patagonia, the only kingdom able to preserve a world wonder durably; the Patagonians will succeed where the Egyptians, like the so-rational Greeks, pathetically failed.
Of course I know of the efforts of Mr. Bronner who rebuilt with his own hands a lighthouse at the far end of the world, yet I am engaged into other forms of rescue and rebuilding, namely: to search and rescue isolated artists camping in front of their canvass like Robinson Crusoe on his island; to shed light on archives and on the talents forgotten, deep in workshops; to signal the rocky shoals of a tumultuous and even muddy history of art threatening to absorb the last poets, the ultimate dreamers.
Lastly, as I belong to the post-1968 generation, which craves for milestones, you will understand my taste for beacons…
This is why I request from your benevolence the position of keeper of the Baudelairean museum of Lighthouses and Beacons of Patagonia.
With my best regards,
Christine Sourgins