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! Открыть страницу с текстом

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-guarde 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.
Their clowning, their terror lasts for a minute, or months to go. Открыть страницу с текстом