Passéisme - Chant For Parade

O my splendour, o my pulchritude!
Atrocious fanfare where I won’t stumble!
Magnificent anguish
Whereon I am stretched!

Hurrah for marvelous body!
Hurrah for prodigious deeds!
It began amid children's laughter
With it will come to the end

This poison will remain in our veins
When the fanfare fading,
We are sent back to the discord
We who are so deserving of these torments!

Let us fervently
Embrace that promise
The promise our souls
And bodies are deserving

This promise, this madness!
Elegance, knowledge and violence!
It began on the edge of disgust
It ends with a whiff of chaos

They promised us
To bury the tree of good and evil in the shade
Cast off tyrannical shackles of decency

Laughter of children
Wariness of slaves
Austerity of virgins
Fear of faces and forms from this place
May you be consecrated by vigil remembrance!

Besotted wake, sanctified!
Even if it is just a masquerade in our favor
Be blessed, the poison!
We give our lives entirely!

Besotted wake, sanctified!
We give our lives entirely! Открыть страницу с текстом

Brilliant boulevard whoredom
Where harlots like shells on stellar coast
Belonging neither here nor the earth
Where the wild-sharded cabs whirling

Please us with the attitude, ardent as a coal
Gallantry corroded by blade of summer lightning
Consciousness of clairvoyant, eyelids fully filled
And infiltrated with your presence

I drink Lord's future perdition and thunder,
Roasting my naked soul

Make us born in inner skies, riddle with raining chasms
Let dizziness pass through us with incandescent claw
Satisfy us, cut us loose, we hunger after
Intersidereal disturbances

So let the streets weave intertwinings
Between women and men, tangled and loomed
As an eternal araneae would spin its web
With thread of grateful, mystagogical

Pour us out stellar larvae
Open up these burning roads
Make our brains reel
In the depths of their own knowledge

Ravish our intellects
With the claws of a new typhoon
Free us from consciousness
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The almighty, omnipotent, seizured with fear, with hands upraised
Leaving the ruins, in the midst of dead, bare dead bodies piled around

We will bow our heads in crimson pools!
We will find tranquility in our hearts!
We will slowly move shining blissfully!
We will behold smiles of passed!

And in red mirrors horror is raging
Lovers are dead and houses are empty

On the scaffold, passed upon mandrakes,
Wounded, mortified - trifle after all
Howbeit we will keep our hands clean,
Everything falls, milieu becoming extinct

Lovers are dead and houses are empty
Lovers are dead and houses are empty

And in red mirrors horror is raging,
Lovers are dead and houses are empty
Howbeit we will keep our hands clean,
We will behold, only behold

Proclaim, swear, confess and sing quietly like Neron sang once

We will sing fire and raging furnace purity
Strength of fabulous athletes and canaille agility
Heroes alamort and torches luminary
Whose halos as wreaths are set upon us!

We will sing spring!
The abundance of death healing our eyes!
Dawn foreboding!
Primordial breath, blissful youthfulness!

We don't need any lies, widows chimeras
Neither yoke honors nor cannon chime
No past, and in beams of new dawns
We won't hear Memnon's sigh!

Deceased will stink with redolence
For survived - death on the outside
Bodies in blaze of the sun, earthly covet
For gorgeous beauty and corpulent grains

Plague will purify terra from shame, live in sorrowless virtue
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Sarcasm and sardonic shriek
Where burden and misery hiding
Rattling accursed and dire
Refrains of sorrow and adversity

Pariah laughter, agony grasp
Filled with furious folly
With rope around the neck
Feasting with poison

To laugh severe grief
To laugh embittered menace
Strident bottomless boredom
Odious laughter as roaring howl, as lump in a throat

Mockery over self, deep down longing
Antiphon to the expectancy, irony ardor

Oh bitter laughter! Having comprehend your dismay,
Let me sing your hymnical span in these foul vignettes

Occupy these verses, blaze, enliven
Blast the catastrophe thunders
Burn like bright fireworks
Guffaw in anguish

To laugh in distress
To laugh in suffering
To laugh on earth and streams
To laugh upon heart full of weeping

Roaring passion till ashen cloak
Cowardice lurking, wearing the grin
The rale of my death throes
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What a towering fraud!
The kind that rape your worlds!
Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their significant talent!

Such wise men!
Stares as blank as summer nights,
Red and black, tricolored, golden star-stung steel!

Faces twisted, livid, inflamed
Hoarse guffaws, ablaze, what a brusque revelry!
A violent Paradise of runaway sneers!
But no match for your fakirs and hackneyed theatrics

In costumes sewn together with all the taste of a nightmare,
They slip savage slaps and tickle into old chestnuts
They strut through tragedies filled with every
Brigand and demigod missing from religion and history

A little avant-garde here, some three-hankie stuff there
Master charlatans who use riveting comedy
To transform players and scenes, they use hypnotic hypocrisy
Eyes ignite, blood sings, bones stretch, tears and red rivulets run
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Tout passe. - L'art robuste
Seul a l'éternité.
Le buste
Survit à la cité.

Et la médaille austère
Que trouve un laboureur
Sous terre
Révèle un empereur.

Les dieux eux-mêmes meurent,
Mais les vers souverains
Demeurent
Plus forts que les airains. Открыть страницу с текстом

Above the herd of human
With messy dazzling manes,
Devotees treading our pathways,
Unfurling flags for campaigns

Lashing them with cold into very marrow
Gashing deep wounds with harrowing pains

They moved without canes or vessels,
Hoping for deep, they always seek
Gnawing the sour of Ideal
Most perished in profound caverns

Ravished with bliss to see their own blood spilling
Oh, Death, sole caress for mouths that dwell silent!

Horizon kept by lurid
As naked sword, brooding defeat
Crimson blood within their grateful bosom, passion and sorrow

Versified lamentations
Eminence, crowds are kneeling
Assured, delighted and majestic
Dragging hundreds whom none admire

Vile martyrs of contorted chance, creeping behind

They devour ashes with the same craze,
The same salt tears ravage their sombre faces,
Yet they are racked by doom coarse
Sagging howl stuck in a weakened throat
Promethean tribe with no vulture beside

Ill Fortune, whose wild laughter lays them low
He rides behind two beloved towards cesspool
Blessed be, the one who blows his queer horn
So that we writhe in fits of rollicking mockery

Now let them flee, sated with every exploit
Beat the tempest’s roar in stubborn pursuit
Rather than ride at armored gallop
Intoxicate feasting conqueror with incense!

As for those ribalds, why not adorn them
In scarlet rags until they howl and beg for cease
When everyone has spat scorn in their faces,
These apery glutted heroes, who entreat
Thunder-quietly through the herd, grotesquely
Commit hanging from pillory among the streets Открыть страницу с текстом