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THE ANARCHIST Roland Michel Tremblay Black Poetry Warning: this book is not for anyone I know, anyone who has aged too quickly. I have no need for your judgements, keep them for yourself! RM 44E The Grove, Isleworth, Middlesex, London, UK : Tel +44 (0)20 8847 5586, Mobile: +44 (0)794 127 1010 [email protected] www.crownedanarchist.com http://homepage.virgin.net/roland.t/Anarangl.html THE ANARCHIST (the ones included are in blue) The Collective Soul Is Rotting 1 No Faith, No Hope 2 Im Corrupt 3 Being Nothing 4 Let's Go To Mass On Sunday! 5 Your Children Are All Empty Vessels 6 The Anarchist 7 Have a Nice Cup of Tea, My Dear 8 Ill Tell Whats Normal 9 I Fucked the Town Slag 10 Its Par for the Course in New York 11 Drink Up Your Whisky, Old Girl, and Cheat Death 12 Were Not a Lost Generation 13 The Alchemist 14 HELL HELP 15 I Strike and I Kill 16 Outside Buckingham Palace 17 Flush it all Down the Loo 18 Stop Puking all Over Me! 19 God Loves Me! 20 My Life Is Ruled By Sex 21 Poor Little Thing 22 My Heads About to Explode! 23 I Pissed on the Sorbonne 24 I Love My Sugar Daddy 25 In the Depths of the Marais 26 Vaginaphobia 27 Church Street 28 What Ive Found in the Holy Bible of the Hotel 29 Im Your Leader 30 Im Unreachable 31 Im Irresponsible 32 My Mea Culpa 33 My Devolution, My Revolution 34 Throw Me Away After Use 35 Step Into My Hell 36 Come With Me and Ill Show You The World 37 For God's Sake, I Have a Life to Live! 38 I Went to the Chapel of Rest 39 The Existential Crisis 40 The Bloody Meat 41 The Hen-House 42 Beef Curtains 43 I Will Not Pose Naked for Your Beautiful Eyes 44 Mummy, Come Get Your Son 45 The Annoying Guy 46 Put the Tourists to Death! 47 You Want an Orgy? 48 Take Me to See Ireland 49 I Float in Space 50 Is it My Fault If I Dont Get a Hard On? 51 Flee, Flee, Flee 52 Im Going to Shoot Myself 53 Your Flowers Smell Like Christ Decomposing! 54 You're So Sweet! 55 I Go from One Extreme to the Other 56 Go Fuck Yourself, You Ass Hole! 57 In the Heart of London 58 I Can't Endure You, But I Would Sleep With You 59 You Raped Me 60 You are a Fucking Bitch 61 I am Incompatible with Life 62 There is no Noble Sentiments 63 There is Nothing Worse than People with Principles 64 The Policy of Truth 65 Go Wash Yourself! 66 Sex? Here are the Contracts to Sign... 67 Stop Saying that I am a Naughty Boy! 68 Being Extremist 69 The Annoying Big Pigs 70 From the Moment That... 71 Close all my Accounts! 72 You Old Skin, Get a Life! 73 Berlin - New York Via London 74 You Flushed Me, That Fucked Me Up Completely 75 I'm Connected 76 Out of My Sight, Out of My Life! 77 Love is Beautiful 78 I Have No Taste 79 I Finally Found Happiness 80 No Pity for the Rejects 81 I am Just a Pretty Face 82 Fucking Immigrant 83 26 Cameras Supervise Me When I Shit 84 A Big Bomb In There... 85 Too Many Stupid People Around Me 86 I'll Kick Your Fuckin Head In 87 You're the New Love of My Life 88 This Evening on Oxford Street 89 Bitchy Woman 90 Fucked Up 91 A Fat Dog's Cunt, Mother of My Child? 92 Is It Your Wife Flat on Her Ass on The Floor? 93 Revenge Always Comes 94 Marianne Faithfull In Russell Square 95 Too Many Lovers In My Life 96 Crabs, Crabs, Crabs Again 97 To Die In Peace 98 I am Making History 99 I am God 100
The Collective Soul is Rotting Perverted animal, knowing the whole world of sex Ive thoroughly penetrated you and I remember This makes me just as perverted as you Arent we happy together In our slum, forever arguing And getting nowhere Life is sweet when theres nothing but perversion To lead us to the heights Being there with you I meet human consciousness head on Observing, recognising itself, and dying with us The collective soul is just as rotten as ours Because we are its progeny
No Faith, No Hope Ah, I must empty my heart Of all its rottenness Im so far from fulfilment and inner peace I yearn to die as I yearn to kill No light on the horizon And yet I know all about mysticism Know how to reach spirituality Find God But its all from the mind Nothing from the heart Im incapable of love But capable of death My sensitivity is useless I could destroy humanity with my violent thoughts No faith, no hope
Im Corrupt Im corrupt As corrupt as you could have wished Im corrupt to the marrow of my bones I suffer from an incurable disease Fluttering in my brain Gnawing at my bones and offering me doubt Pain, unhappiness I walk with the weight of my guilt Through streets punctuated with churches Knowing right from wrong at last and doing wrong Theyve got me My thoughts are no longer my own Ive fallen into their net Ive listened, swallowed, digested I suffer from an incurable disease Called God
Being Nothing Im an explosion of places A multitude of times There are several versions of me I follow this path or that while believing Im following my destiny But it makes me suffer so much To know Im following a beaten track and living too intensely I try to accept, to experience, everything Although I could easily spare myself Im an explosion of places A multitude of times I chase all sorts of possibilities I follow this path or that, Im my own destiny It makes me suffer so much But Im learning to get acquainted with life Acquainted with the lives of others Theyre just like mine Im an explosion of places A multitude of times But I still feel Im nothing Grubby and ugly, empty and worthless How can such a heap of meat follow a destiny?
Lets Go to Mass On Sunday I went into a church on Sunday With the latest edition of Let Us Pray in Church I kissed the congregation, fulfilling my destiny Doing a favour to those in need of love The priest smiled broadly, delighting in this joyous Mass He thanked me and absolved me from my sins Absolution, nothing too wicked for God to forgive I went into a church on Sunday With the latest model of a gun I fired on the congregation, fulfilling my destiny Doing a favour to those who no longer saw clearly The priest smiled broadly, delighting in this deathly Mass He thanked me and absolved me from my sins Absolution, nothing too wicked for God to forgive
Your Children Are All Empty Vessels (and Sex-Obsessed!) Ive watched them, hyperactive and spiteful Utterly empty-headed, blissful in their ignorance Vegetables, like me, in the scheme of things Learning stupidities for filling little pitchers But theyre all cracked, spilling their contents on the floor instead of being able to act or question authority Not one of them who doesnt dream of flying out the window Or making love with the person next to them Most of them are already on drugs And you, for the love of heaven, want to see these empty vessels do well Your empty vessels will be successful and cracked at the same time No matter, your children will be cracked for all eternity How beautiful life is when your truth pours out from the mouths of your children
The Anarchist I sacrifice myself for one and all I come forward telling the truth Bearing witness, as I must, to my experience I describe my perversion, my immorality, in detail Listen, they spit on me, trample me, and I dont give a toss any more Im here, its today Im not, unlike you, a mass of defences, ready to spring into action A tissue of falsehoods for justifying my failures Fifty-six ways to camouflage the truth Here it is utterly naked in front of you Open your eyes and learn a lesson from it Youll never be better than me Youll never be worth more than me Im the one who confronts life Im the one who confronts truth
Have a Nice Cup of Tea, My Dear ´We dont need all this violence, this rowdy music, these indecent picturesª ´When youre older, youll change, youll understand, I hopeª ´Youve got two choices left: law or medicineª ´Youve got to have this diploma and these qualifications at leastª ´What you should do now is watch others and do as they doª ´Why arent you doing it?ª ´Where were you last night? Your life is ruled by sexª ´You dont dabble in drugs, I hope. Remember alcohols a drug tooª ´You have no idea of right and wrongª ´You must keep trying, one day youll get it rightª ´Have a nice cup of tea, my dearª And choke on it!
Ill Tell Whats Normal Its the truth as youll never know it Its serial infidelity by women as much as by men Its such a revulsion with life that a whole chemists shop couldnt cure it Its separation, divorce, depression, abortion Its short-lived affairs where sex is what matters most Its a decent bottle of Scotch or of Cognac Its a packet of cigarettes harbouring cancer to gnaw at your guts Its random, street-corner death for a thousand and one reasons Its a struggle for power or money where no ones the outright winner Its a high-class bitch who knows everything and subjects you to her morals from hell Its a whore whos been humped by a businessman and dies from an overdose of coke Its a gaggle of neuroses meeting up to reinforce each other Its the Pope saying the opposite of what he thinks in the name of we dont know what Its a country owned by big, rich companies Its lives in hock to banks Its ubiquitous hypocrisy Its institutionalised slavery Its political corruption at every level Its God dead and buried |