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Dimanche L’avion tisse les fils télégraphiques et la source chante la même chanson Au rendez-vous les chochers l’apéritif est orangé mais les mécaniciens des locomotives ont les yeux blancs la dame a perdu son sourire dans les bois * * * * Sunday The plane weaves the telegraph wires and the spring sings the same song At the coachmen’s headquarters the apéritif is...
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“Go now to where the swan-lake is. And I shall tell you later why one swan there...”
– Les Chants de Maldoror by Isidore Ducasse, Comte De Lautreamont (via redalbright)
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Exquisite Corpse No. 4
If you run too far away, the thunderstorms will bring you home. Truth is a matter of perception. Silent as scorched tulips in honor of my friend. Don’t wait for the scars to fade when the wounds haven’t yet healed. I’ve renounced poetry. This is not a line in a poem. C’est ne pas une line in a poem. I understand less than half of what I pretend to. Judgement feels...
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