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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798), Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
Part II The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, but no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners' hollo!...
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Pierre, Barbara
Il pleut, Il pleut, Sur les jardins alanguis, Sur les roses de la nuit, Il pleut des larmes de pluie, Il pleut, Et j'entends le clapotis, Du bassin qui se remplit, Oh mon Dieu, que c'est joli, La pluie, Quand Pierre rentrera, Il faut que je lui dise,...
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watch and learn/ Ozu
Douchet remarque la toile de jute rudimentaire sur laquelle se déroule le générique de tous les films d'Ozu. Selon Douchet elle symbolise "la succession de petits riens apparemment insignifiants qui constituent l'histoire et manifestent la banalité de...
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J'suis snob, Boris Vian
J'suis snob... J'suis snob C'est vraiment l'seul défaut que j'gobe Ça demande des mois d'turbin C'est une vie de galérien Mais quand je sors avec Hildegarde¹ C'est toujours moi qu'on r'garde¹ J'suis snob... Foutrement snob Tous mes amis le sont On est...
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Coffee in the afternoon, Alberto Rios
It was afternoon tea, with tea foods spread out Like in the books, except that it was coffee. She made a tin pot of cowboy coffee, from memory, That's what we used to call it , she said, cowboy coffee . The grounds she pinched up in her hands, not a spoon,...
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nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands, E.E. Cummings
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i...
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I am listening to Istanbul, Orhan Veli Kanik
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; At first there blows a gentle breeze And the leaves on the trees Softly flutter or sway; Out there, far away, The bells of water carriers incessantly ring; I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes...
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Entre centre et absence, Henri Michaux
C'était à l'aurore d'une convalescence, la mienne sans doute, qui sait? Qui sait? Brouillard! Brouillard! On est si exposé, on est tout ce qu'il y a de plus exposé... "Médicastres infâmes, me disais-je, vous écrasez en moi l'homme que je désaltère." C'était...
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Don't give up, Peter Gabriel
Don't Give Up in this proud land we grew up strong we were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail no fight left or so it seems I am a man whose dreams have all deserted I've changed my face, I've changed my...
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the Cheshire Cat, Lewis Carroll
"We're all mad here," said the Cheshire Cat. "I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" ,said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." "And how do you know that you're mad?" asked Alice. "To begin with," said the Cat,...
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The Raven, E.A. Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping- rapping at my chamber door "Tis some...
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Since feeling is first, E.E. Cummings
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the...
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Messy Room, Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor....
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Who knows if the moon's, E.E. Cummings
who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than...
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White Teeth, Zadie Smith
White teeth, Zadie Smith The Peculiar Second Marriage of Archie Jones Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway. At 06.27 hours on 1 January 1975, Alfred Archibald Jones was dressed in corduroy and sat in a fume-filled Cavalier Musketeer...
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Lune
au creux de mes oreilles il a enfoui multitude de pierres de lune à mon cou je porte ses mains en étoiles oh si douces que je crois qu'elles m'aiment.
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Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern...
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Millet
Jean-François Millet (4 octobre 1814 - 20 janvier 1875) le printemps!
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oser
"On verra bientôt que d’oser vivre, ce n’est pas la fin du monde. Juste d’un monde." René Lévesque
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watch and learn/ Murakami
Où l'on comprend que l'américanisation du Japon a créé une dépendance en obligeant les Japonais à vivre dans "un système qui ne produit pas des adultes." Expression d'un traumatisme collectif. Association du décoratif et du sinistre...
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le cheval rouge, Prévert
DAns les manèges du mensonge Le cheval rouge de ton sourire Tourne Et je suis là debout planté Avec le triste fouet de la réalité Et je n'ai rien à dire Ton sourire est aussi vrai Que mes quatre vérités.
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Tit for Tat, Christopher Morley
I OFTEN pass a gracious tree Whose name I can't identify, But still I bow, in courtesy It waves a bough, in kind reply. I do not know your name, O tree (Are you a hemlock or a pine?) But why should that embarrass me? Quite probably you don't know mine....
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Emily Dickinson
In this short Life that only lasts an hour How much- how little- is within our power (1866-1876)
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who are you little i, E.E. Cummings(1894-1962)
who are you little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window at the gold of november sunset (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)
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watch Picasso
"Il n'y a pas d'autre moyen de réveiller les gens qu'en bouleversant leur façon de voir en leur présentant des images inacceptables." Images de beauté inacceptable,de monstruosité, déconstruire le visible pour vous forcer à aller au-délà et faire voir...