Saturday, November 12, 2011

Sick Illuminations



Sick Illuminations
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“Never the master
of his own suffering,
Rimbaud was deficient
in the “black humor”
so esteemed by the
Surrealists.”
—Clifford Browder
Andre Breton: Arbiter
of Surrealism
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Slutty Poet

“accursed Poet!”
—Paul Verlaine
The Accursed Poets
Les poètes maudits

In the desert there’s a gangster mongoloid kid who makes Rimbaud blush. He’s an idiot savant—a handsome harelip kid who plays with himself much too much. He’s got a simply enormous cock—he’s always playing with it. There in the Harar shack, Rimbaud and Djami sometimes are making love. Like all the time. They’re always doing it—going down on each other. For heavens sake, what will those jealous tacky Parnassian critics say?

After the Deluge

“these lines have
made us indiscreet”
—Paul Verlaine
The Accursed Poets
Les poètes maudits

Such prudent guiltiness—falls beyond all redemption is there no shame? Such homoerotic kitsch—apparently with very little difficulty breaching etiquette. Miss verlaine’s chutzpah—ostentatiously renarrating her brash lover Miss Thing. Scandalizing the critics—with their policing actions, trying to contain & control the queer evil influence of such heinous prosody.

Scandalous Tale

“this more than
indifferent possessor”
—Paul Verlaine
The Accursed Poets
Les poètes maudits

Monstrous hands—subterranean feet, your penis takes root, the sewers above, the sad heavens below, weeping gutters of azure. Bitter sentence—
served in silence inside a thick vault. The lamp shines—Miss Verlaine was a fool but she couldn’t help herself.

Faggoty Crime

“a crime that we commit”
—Paul Verlaine
The Accursed Poets
Les poètes maudits

Stra8t strategies—to thwart the disgusting queer muse, trying to stifle the homosexual plague down by its roots. But such containment hasn’t changed much over the millennia, the cocksuckers and butt-fuckers simply multiply like flies. It’s been over 100 years—since rimbaud’s death, yet the heteros still fume & fuss, their panties all caught up in a twist. It’s more Rimbaud’s lifestyle—than his unconventional poetry the Parnassian pricks hate and despise. Resorting to religion—and queering biography, the literary queer bashers persist in their folly. Squawking and preening themselves, like crazy closet-case parrots.

Queering Biography

“a fortuitous crime!”
—Paul Verlaine
The Accursed Poets
Les poètes maudits

The diverse range of straight critics includes many louche luminaries like beady-eyed, intense Remy de Gourmont. As well as Miss Fondane—Miss Bousquet, Miss Bonnefoy and, of course, the haughty Miss Paulette Schmidt. Madame Schmidt—reduces “le dérèglement de tous les sens” to nothing but self-abuse, ambivalent hatred-of-self and pathogization of Rimbaud as sadomasochist queen.

Gay Illuminations

“astonishing
revolutions
of love”
—Arthur Rimbaud
“Tale,” Illuminations

Oh dear, a thousand lashes with a wet noodle for such shamelessness! D’éton-nants révolutions de l’amour, for heaven’s sake, how disgraceful!!! Il est l’amour, réinventée—son corps! His body, such undreamed-of release!!! Liminality, repudiation of str8t social order and gay instantaneity, gawd save the queen!!!

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