La Révolte Couplet 1 : Nous sommes les persécutés De tous les temps et de toutes les races Toujours nous fumes exploités Par les tyrans et les rapaces Mais nous ne voulons plus fléchir Sous […]
An agent of the prefecture / Promenaded on the boulevard / When, before a storefront window / There was a young hat maker / Bearing a carton under his arm; / His look fatigued and sad / Showed a certain discomfort. […]
Esquisses.… I J’ai marché dans la vie, comme on marche en un rêve… Je préfère, déserte et lointaine, la grève, La cime solitaire et le pic désolé, La cabane à l’écart, le sentier isolé, Le […]
In my prison, I had a curious dream, I dreamed that a great day had taken place: The day of those gnawed by suffering, Tracked and pursued by enemy fate… […]
Ah! I would have liked to always show myself honestly;
But often, too often, I was afraid of the punishments that might be imposed.
I was afraid, and this fear, poisoning my days,
Was a heavy burden to bear: — a dreadful chain. […]
Ma Muse Ma muse n’est pas une pensionnaire qui tapote en mesure sur un piano de bonne marque ; C’est une Fille Sauvage, instinctive, primesautière, Qui ne s’accommode ni du mètre, ni de la rime, […]
Les Négateurs de Maîtres Chanson 1 Qu’ils portent panache ou hermine, Devant les dirigeants, bien bas Ebloui’, la foule s’incline, Mais de la foul’ non, nous n’somm’s pas! Nous somm’s les Négateurs de maitres, Les […]
Links: Future Synthesis: Energy and Fear (1995) “Little Infidelities” (1995) Dog Chain Girl White man Jamaican dreadlocks band, rock reggae roots less black than the coffee I’m drinking. Coffee shop crowd all pretzeled in under […]
One of the missing pieces in my collection of Ravachol-related material has been the source of a phrase by Paul Paillette—often quoted, but always without enough information to even begin track it down: Ravachol-Jesus. I […]
Twilight and the last books are heaped upon the fire. Heat to warm old bones. Acrid smoke to tickle memories. We sit — we, old ones now, but once so young. We sit around the fire. Old war birds, made lean and light by time, by speed. Brittle now, but still. . . […]
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