Monday, April 25, 2016

"The Rimbaud Parade!"

"Graceful son of Pan! Round your brow crowned with flowers and berries your eyes, precious spheres, move. Stained with brown lees, your cheeks are hollow. Your eye-teeth gleam. Your breast is a cithara, chords chime in your pale arms. Your pulse beats in that belly where a double sex sleeps. Walk, at night, gently moving that thigh, that other thigh and that left leg."

Wow neat stuff up there. Wadda guy that Rimbaud! As I ranted last June Arthur Rimbaud should have a float in the annual so-call "Gai Parade". Ha! Parade my sore and tired butt.

In fact it's a "Queer Liberation, and We Survived March!"

Yeah I'm no fan of all that "Assimulationist" static. Never mind. Point is there ought to be an Arthur Rimbaud Float in that silly jamboree.  

Yep that "parade" so-called is sneaking up on us, and will be in our pants before ya knows it.

So this time lets honor some real 'Queers' as opposed to them dreary "Stroller Pushers" that have grabbed all the honors. 


I can see it now. Hoards of Old Queer Poets Pervert trouble makers, and sun bronzed Gay Boy Scouts reciting, and singing the works of our Hero Rimbaud!

All the while in honor of our Hero they'd be drinking wine snorting coke, and sipping absinthe. Just good clean fun for the whole liberated family.

...make mine a double! 

Stay tuned. 


  1. The little brat himself. Stopped writing at 19 and did most of his major stuff at age 16 and 17, and totally transformed literature in the process.

    “ such thing.

    Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear.
    Love doesn't exist.

    Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love.
    Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.”

    Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat

  2. See what did I tell ya...Wadda Guy!!