Melting Pot et vin blanc doux

Parce qu'on peut pas compter que sur la Providence.

lundi 7 juin 2010

If there were a bird left...

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jeudi 8 avril 2010

La complainte du progrès... The lament of progress.

Here is a first draft of this famous song of Vian. I'll try better when I have more time. The text in french can be read here, <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; ... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 08:37 - - Commentaires [7] - Permalien [#]
lundi 8 octobre 2007

I want a fish bone shaped life

I want a fish bone shaped life Lying on a blue plate I want a thingamajig shaped life In the deep bottom of a contraption A hands-filled-with-sand shaped life In form of green loaf or jug In form of slabby slipper In form of faridondaine Of chimney sweep or lilac Of ground filled with stones Of wild hairdresser Or besotted eiderdown I want a life in form of you And I’ve got it, but it is still not enough I’m never happy.Je découvre aujourd'hui (on est aux environs de mars)... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:04 - - Commentaires [3] - Permalien [#]
samedi 15 septembre 2007

One day

One day, There’ll be something more than the day Something franker that will be called Jode Something as translucent as rosin is That one will elegantly crimp in an eye There will be the auraille, crueler The volutin, more casual The summum, less never ending The baouf, still covered with snow There will be the chalmondre The ivrumini, the barhoic And a whole field of analognes The hours will be different Not the same, without result No use to decide right now The precise ... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:06 - - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
dimanche 15 juillet 2007

Time to live

Time to live     He rushed down the hill Stones were rolling under his feet Up there in between four walls The alarm was singing joyless   He was smelling the scent of trees With his body just like a forge Light was flooding along with him Making of his shadow a dance.   Hope they leave me time enough He was jumping across hair grass He picked a pair of yellow leaves Deeply imbued with sap and sun   The blue steel cannons were spitting Short flames of... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:06 - - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
samedi 16 juin 2007

Arab Poem

  We were screwing, when I saw the shadow of a tapir, Sweet love, rushing across your black pupil. I stood up, before he could blow a whisper I killed the insurgent of a gandoura stroke.   This adventure took place on top of Mounts Chérif The monster was twitching, like a restless machine I shouted, Animal, you seem to be stubborn I jumped on his sturdy backbone And he groaned a plaintive grizzling And fell dead nearby the trims Allah!
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:03 - - Commentaires [1] - Permalien [#]
dimanche 10 juin 2007

There is still enough

They’re breaking the world Into small pieces They’re breaking the world With a hammer blow I don’t give a dam I don’t give a dam There is still enough for me There is still enough Since I still can love A blue feather A sandy track Since I still can love A scary bird A thin blade of grass A dewdrop A wooden cricket They can break the world Into small pieces There is still enough for me There is still enough I’ll still have a breath of air And a tiny ... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:14 - - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
mercredi 30 mai 2007

I'll die of a cancer of the spine

Fist published in Swanshttp://www.swans.com/library/art13/xxx121.html I’ll die of a cancer of the spinal column It will happen on an awful evening Clear, hot, perfumed and sensual I’ll die of the putrefaction of some little known cells I’ll die of a leg torn out By a huge rat burst out from a huge hole I’ll die of a hundred of cuts The sky will have fallen on me That breaks like a heavy window I’ll die from a shriek Running through my ears I’ll die from muffled wounds Inflicted late... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:05 - - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
mercredi 25 avril 2007

One more

  One more One without reason But since the others Are wondering the questions of others And answering them with the words of others What else to do Than write, like the others And hesitate And repeat And search And search again Not find Get stiff bored Self tell it is useless One had better earn one’s life But my life, I’ve got it, my life I needn’t earn it It’s not a problem at all All the rest is problems But they’ve been all settled before The... [Lire la suite]
Posté par Marie Fox à 19:12 - - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]