Total Eclipse Page #3
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- 1995
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everything in my body.
It was no longer enough
for me to be one person.
I decided to be everyone.
I decided to be a genius.
I decided
to originate the future.
Thank you.
The principle
is very like photography...
only instead of
photographing a man's face...
you photograph his voice.
just as you'd open
a photograph album...
you put the relevant cylinder
into the paleophone...
and you listen to
a poet reading his poems...
or singing his songs.
And you think
you could invent...
a machine like that
which worked?
For Christ's sake,
let's get the f*** out of here.
- We can't.
- Why not?
- He's about to read.
- Which one?
Aicard. Over there.
I don't think
I'll like him very much.
Verlaine showed me
some of your poems.
Yes?
Remarkable. Very promising.
Only, it seems all
that ingenuity is marred by...
Well, not exactly
a juvenile urge to shock...
but something of the sort.
- And were you shocked?
- No, I wasn't.
Then why would you suppose
I intended you to be?
That's not really the point.
Seems fair enough to me.
I could object
to your technical approach.
He doesn't like
discussing his poetry.
I see.
A surprise for our friend.
Thank you.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Sulfuric acid.
I would ask you
to bear this in mind...
although, as with all
worthwhile work for children...
it's hoped what is said
is of relevance to adults.
The poem is called
"Green Absinthe."
Green absinthe is the potion
of the damned...
a deadly poison
silting up the veins...
while wife and child
I don't believe it.
...pours absinthe
into his brains.
Sh*t.
O drunkard,
most contemptible of men...
- Sh*t!
- Be quiet.
It's authentic sh*t!
Please!
...degraded, fallen,
sinful, and obtuse...
I like it!
...to beat
your wife and child...
of the juice!
- Get out!
- Me?
Yes, you offensive
little bastard. Get out.
I think I may be permitted
to raise some objection...
against the butchering
of French poetry.
No, you may not.
Apologize and get out!
Don't come near.
Be careful!
with that thing.
Careful! Careful, I say!
Get out!
Come on.
Now you, you f***ing...
Come here!
Come here!
In the days of Francois I...
wise and benevolent giants
roamed the countryside...
and one of
their primary functions...
was to rid the world
of pedants...
fools... and writers
of no talent...
by pissing on them
from a great height.
How to make your way
in the literary world.
The depressing thing
about this city...
is that the artists
are even more bourgeois...
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