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lundi 8 août 2005 · 18h33

parking 3.3

Queen Victoria,
My father and all his tobacco loved you,
I love you too in all your forms,
the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,
the mean governess of the huge pink maps,
the solitary mourner of a prince.
Queen Victoria,
I am cold and rainy,
I am dirty as a glass roof in a train station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
because my love, she gone with other boys.
Queen Victoria,
do you have a punishment under the white lace,
will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,
will you spank her with a mechanical corset.
I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats
will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?
Queen Victoria,
I’m not much nourished by modern love,
will you come into my life
with your sorrow and your black carriages,
And your perfect
memories.
Queen Victoria,
the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.
Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,
who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,
who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,
heavy with proverbs and corrections,
confusing the star-dazed tourists
with our incomparable sense of loss.

L. Cohen

lundi 8 août 2005 · 22h49

parking 3.4

<table width="800" background="https://disparates.org/to-be-or/img/queen_victoria.gif" style="text-align: justify; width:800px; height:600px; font-size:13px; word-spacing: 0.1em; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; color: #999999; line-height: 0.3em;">    <tr>               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle; border-style:dashed; border-color:#999999;border-width:1px;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’; this.style.borderColor=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’; this.style.borderColor=’#999999’;">               Queen Victoria,<br />                   My father and all his tobacco loved you,<br />                   I love you too in all your forms,<br />                   the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,<br />                   the mean governess of the huge pink maps,<br />                   the solitary mourner of a prince.</td>               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">               Queen Victoria,<br />                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am cold and rainy,</font><br />                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I am dirty as a glass roof</font> in a train station,<br />                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,</font><br />                   <font color="#FFFFFF">I want ornaments on everything,</font><br />                   <font color="#FFFFFF">because my love, </font>she gone with other boys.</td>               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">               Queen Victoria,<br />                   do you have a punishment under the white lace,<br />                   will you be short with her, will you make her read those little Bibles,<br />                   will you spank her with a mechanical corset.<br />                   I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats<br />                   will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?</td>               <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’;this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">               Queen Victoria,<br />                   I’m not much nourished by modern love,<br />   &n bsp;               will you come into my life<br />                   with your sorrow and your black carriages,<br />                   And your perfect<br />                   memories.</td>                <td width="160" style="vertical-align:middle;" onmouseover="this.style.lineHeight=’1.2em’; this.style.color=’#FFFFFF’;" onmouseout="this.style.lineHeight=’0.3em’; this.style.color=’#999999’;">               Queen Victoria,<br />                   the Twentieth Century belongs to you and me.<br />                   Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,<br />                   who discolour test tubes in the halls of Science,<br />                   who turn up unwelcome at every World’s Fair,<br />                   heavy with proverbs and corrections,<br />                   confusing the star-dazed tourists<br />                   with our incomparable sense of loss.</td>   </tr></table><div style="width:800px;text-align:right">L. Cohen</div>
lundi 22 août 2005 · 11h53

des outrages

=&0=& =&1=&ur un coup de tête gueule j’ai=&2=&étruit le blog créé sur over-blog.com il y a =&3=&ombien de temps déjà=&4=&st-ce que c’était 2 mois, peut-être.

coup de tête gueule
(s’annonce quelque chose de l’ordre du symptôme)

pourquoi faut-il toujours
toujours il faut que je croie

qu’on ne veut pas que je fasse ce que je suis en train de faire ou ce que je veux faire – mensonge — je veux dire mensonge ça n’est pas exactement ce que je crois. c’est ce que je dis, et à l’endroit au moment où je le dis, j’y crois. j’y crois et c’est cependant pure comédie. drame. dont je suis la première dupe. dès l’instant où je mets les pieds sur cette scène-là, cette scène où je dresse fièrement un doigt accusateur outragé sur l’autre, je ne peux plus en redescendre. Lire la suite >

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