Benny Bunter

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This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate"

Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul!

Soft, driven, slow and mad, like some new language

I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn!
 

Benny Bunter

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”Dear Wallace Fowlie…thanks for doing the Rimbaud translation…I am a rock singer and your book travels around with me.” The 1968 note was signed Jim Morrison, but French literature professor Fowlie had no idea who that was.
 

Benny Bunter

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Horse Latitudes​

The Doors

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When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Rimbaud: First Blood is a pun on the same level as Franz Kafka's It's a Wonderful Life - someone apparently decided that that was so good they actually had to make the film to go with it - as far as I know there is as yet no film to go with this pun, let's keep it that way.
 
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