LES NEGRES ET LES MARIONNETTES FABLE. Air : Pégase est un cheval qui porte. Sur son navire un capitaine Transportait des noirs au marché. L'ennui les tuait par vingtaine : Peste! dit-il; quel débouché! Fi, que c'est laid, sots que vous êtes! Mais j'ai de quoi vous guérir tous. Venez voir mes marionnettes ; ) , . Bons esclaves, amusez- vous. j Pour tromper leur douleur mortelle , Soudain un théâtre est monté ; Soudain parait Polichinelle, Pour des noirs grande nouveauté. D'abord ils ne savent qu'en dire, Ils se regardent en dessous; Puis aux pleurs se mêle un sourire. Bons esclaves, amusez- vous. 190 CHANSOINS Voilà monsieur le commissaire ; Il s'attaque au roi des bossus, Qui, trouvant un exemple à faire, Vous l'assomme et soulfle dessus. Oubliant tout, jusqu'à leurs chaînes. Nos gens poussent des rires fous. L'homme est infidèle à ses peines : Bons esclaves, amusez-vous. Le diable vient; Tange rebelle Leur plait surtout par sa couleur. 11 emporte Polichinelle; Autre accroc fait à la douleur. Cette fin charme l'auditoire : Ln noir a triomphé pour tous. Les pauvres gens rêvent la gloire : Bons esclaves, amusez- vous. Ainsi, voguant vers l'Amérique Où s'aggraveront leurs destins, De leur humeur mélancolique Ils sont tirés par des pantins. Tout roi que la peur désenivre Nous prodigue aussi des joujoux. N'allez pas vous lasser de vivre : ) Bons esclaves, amusez- vous. j bU i&'éiQ3iïisr. OK BERANGER. lOi L'ANGE GARDIEN. AiH : Jadis un célèbre empereur. A l'hospice un gueux tout perclus . Voit apparaître son bon ange ; Calment il lui dit : Ne faut plus Que Votre Altesse se dérange. Tout compté , je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien. Sur la paille, né dans un coin, Suis-je enfant du Dieu qu'on nous pr(>che? Oui, dit l'ange; aussi j'eus grand soin Que ta paille fût toujours fraîche. Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien. Jeune et vivant à l'abandon, L'aumône fut mon patrimoine. Oui , dit l'ange , et je te fis don Des trois besaces d'un vieux moine. Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez-vous bien. Soldat bientôt , courant au feu , Je perdis une jambe en route. l\V2 CHANSONS Oui, dit range; mais avant peu Cette jambe aurait eu la goutte. Tout compté , je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien. Pour mes jours gras, du vin fraudé Mit le juge après mes guenilles. Oui , dit range ; mais je plaidai : Tu ne fus qu'un an sous les grilles. Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien. Chez Vénus j'entre en maraudeur; C'est tout fruit vert que j'en rapporte. Oui, dit l'ange; mais, par pudeur, Là , je te quittais à la porte. Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange , adieu ; portez- vous bien . D'un laidron je deviens l'époux, Priant qu'il ne soit que volage. Oui , dit l'ange ; mais nul de nous Ne se mêle de mariage. Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien. Vieillard, affranchi de regrets, Au terme heureux enfin atteins-je? Oui , dit l'ange , et je tiens tout prôls De rhuile, un prêtre et du vieux linge. DE BERANGER. 193 Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez-vous bien. De Tenfer serai-je habitant, Ou droit au ciel veut-on que j'aille? Oui, dit l'ange; ou bien non, pourtant. Crois-moi, tire à la courte paille. Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien. Ce pauvre diable ainsi parlant Mettait en gaité tout T hospice. Il éternue, et, s'envolant, L'ange lui dit : Dieu te bénisse ! Tout compté, je ne vous dois rien : Bon ange, adieu; portez- vous bien.

LA MOUCHE. 

Ain : Je loge au quatrième étage. 

Au bruit de notre e:aîté folle, 

Au bruit des verres, des chansons, 

Quelle mouche murmure et vole. 

Et revient quand nous la chassons? {bis.) 

C'est quelque dieu, je le soupçonne. 

Qu'un peu de bonheur rend jaloux. 

Ne souffrons point qu'elle bourdonne , | , . 

Qu'elle bourdonne autour de nous.

 Transformée en mouche hideuse , 
Amis, oui, c'est, j'en suis certain, 
La Raison, déité grondeuse, 
Qu'irrite un si joyeux festin. 
L'orage approche , le ciel tonne ; 
Voilà ce que dit son courroux. 
Ne souffrons point qu'elle bourdonne, 
Qu'elle bourdonne autour de nous. 

C'est la Raison qui vient me dire : 
(( A ton âge on vit en reclus. 
)) Ne bois plus tant, cesse de rire, 
» Cesse d'aimer, ne chante plus. » 
Ainsi son beffroi toujours sonne 
Aux lueurs des feux les plus doux. 
Ne souffrons point qu'elle bourdonne, 
Qu'elle bourdonne autour de nous. 

C'est la Raison ; gare a Lisette ! 
Son dard la menace toujours. 
Dieux ! il perce la collerette : 
Le sang coule! accourez, Amours! 
Amours, poursuivez la félonne; 
Qu'elle expire enfin sous vos coups. 
Ne souffrons point qu'elle bourdonne, 
Qu'elle bourdonne autour de nous. 

Victoire! amis, elle se noie 
Dans l'Aï que Lise a versé. 
Victoire! et qu'aux mains de la Joie 
Le sceptre enfin soit replacé, (bis,)

NÃO SUBORDINAREIS O PRESENTE AO FUTURO MOLE OU DURO IS A PORTUGUESE MOTTO ...MONEY IS MONEY NOT TIME...TIME IS FOR SPENDING MONEY DUAS VERSÕES CULTURAIS IN CONFLITO ...PARA UM ENGLISHMAN AS ACTIVIDADES DO PRESENTE SÃO MEIOS PARA CONTROLAR OU PREVER OU AMORTECER OS CHOQUES COM O TAL FUTURO...HISPANIA HOMO SOVIETICUS ITALIA NUM SE ORIENTAM PARA O FUTURO TIME IS MONEY ...TO THE ANGLO-SEXON OR SEX OFF TIME HAVE VALUE AND IT'S MEASURE IS MADE WITH PRECISION É QUASE UM RITO SABER-SE A HORA DO DIA A CADA MOMENTO UMA ACTIVIDADE RITUAL ENGOLIDA COM CHÁ ....DE CERTO MODO UMA DROGA MENOR PLANIFICA-SE TUDO ....O DIA A SEMANA O WEEKEND O MÊS THE YEAR É SIMILAR AO SISTEMA SOVIÉTICO DE PLANIFICAÇÃO TEMPORAL MAS OS UNITED KING DOOMERS CUMPREM RELIGIOSAMENTE ESSES RITOS E OS PORTUGUESES E OS SOVIÉTICOS E OUTROS EVITAM CUMPRIR ESSES RITOS TEMPORAIS NÓS NÃO TEMOS A HERESIA DO DESPERDÍCIO DO TEMPO ....UMA OBRIGAÇÃO NATURAL DESPERDIÇAR TEMPO

VISIONÁRIOS EM PORTUGAL 

ORIENTAM-SE PARA O PRESENTE 

É O GRANDE ORIENTA-TE LUSITANO

SUBORDINAR O PRESENTE AO FUTURE?

IMPENSÁVEL OU MESMO 

IN PENSAL TAINHA

FARINHA PENSAL A TAL...

HÁ UM NÚCLEO DE THALASSAS 

E SONHADORES QUE SE ORIENTAM PARA

O PASSADO IMPERIAL OU COLONIAL

SÃO OS QUE CONTAM HISTÓRIAS DE SEXO

NOS HOTÉIS DE LOURENÇO MARQUES 

DOS NEGROS EM CIMA DAS TOALHAS 

DA MESA ......E DE OUTROS BARBARISMOS

DO ENRABAMENTO DA JUVENTUS 

LOUREÇO MARQUESIANA PELOS 

SELVAGENS QUE DESTRUIRAM O FUTURO

SÃO IRREALISTAS 

PENSAM NUM MUNDO IMUTÁVEL 

DE CASTAS AO ESTILO HINDU

MAÑANA FAREI UM IMPÉRIO MAIA 

COMO O MEXICALI O PORTUGUÊS 

ASPIRA AOS AMANHÃS CANTANTES 

NÃO É PREGUIÇOSO

O PORTUGUÊS TEM FÉ NO FUTURO...

FAZ HOJE O QUE NÃO PHODES FAZER 

AMANHÃ....IR À MISSA NO NORTE 

IR À PRAIA OU AOS PUTOS OU ÀS PUTAS

AO FIM DE SEMANA E FERIADOS

IR AO CAMPO ENFIM FAZER HOJE 

O QUE NÃO SE CONSEGUE FAZER A UMA 

SEGUNDA-FEIRA 

MAS PARA QUÊ FAZER HOJE O QUE SE 

PODE HACER TOMORROW 

 NECESSITAS CARET LEGE 

UM TIPO DEU UM TIRO DE CAÇADEIRA NUMA MIÚDA DO PEIXE FRITO AGORA COM 15 ANOS PARA LHE LIMPAR 15 CONTOS NA ESTRADA DE AZEITÃO APARENTEMENTE SEGUNDO O JORNAL DO MONTEIRO-MOR A IRMÃ DE 13 OU 14 DIZ QUE JÁ NÃO É VIRGEM MAS NÃO É PUTA ...É O JORNALISMO QUE ABRIL NOS DEU

.Habits of the Hippopotamus The hippopotamus is strong And huge of head and broad of bustle; The limbs on which he rolls along Are big with hippopotomuscle. He does not greatly care for sweets Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard, But takes to flavor what he eats A little hippopotomustard. The hippopotamus is true To his principles, and just; He always tries his best to do The things one hippopotomust. He never rides in trucks or trams, In taxicabs or omnibuses, And so keeps out of traffic jams And other hippopotomusses.

Kindness to Insects

I saw a Melancholy Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp,
Who wept, "The Poets do me Wrong,
Excluding me from Noble Song—
Though Pure am I and Wholly Crimeless—
Because, they say, my Name is Rhymeless!
Oh, had I but been born a Bee,
With Heaps of Words to Rhyme with me,
I should not want for Panegyrics
In Sonnets, Epics, Odes and Lyrics!
Will no one free me from the Curse
That bars my Race from Lofty Verse?"
"My Friend, that Little Thing I'll care for
At once," said I— and that is wherefore
So tenderly I set that Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp.

Habits of the Hippopotamus

The hippopotamus is strong
And huge of head and broad of bustle;
The limbs on which he rolls along
Are big with hippopotomuscle.

He does not greatly care for sweets
Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard,
But takes to flavor what he eats
A little hippopotomustard.

The hippopotamus is true
To his principles, and just;
He always tries his best to do
The things one hippopotomust.

He never rides in trucks or trams,
In taxicabs or omnibuses,
And so keeps out of traffic jams
And other hippopotomusses.

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COMBIEN DE TEMPS COMBIEN DE GENS COMBIEN DE VIES DÉCHIRÉES ....J'ai posé mes chansons sur des sols étrangers J'ai posé en passant sur ta bouche un baiser Les joueurs de mandoline et les gens sans papier Parfum de gazoline sur les plages bétonnées J'ai posé mes chansons sur des sols étrangers T'as posé en passant sur ma couche un bébé J'ai regardé la terre elle avait dans les yeux Des prisonniers de guerre des enfants malheureux Combien de temps Combien de gens Combien de vies déchirées Combien de toi Combien de moi Combien de nous... Brisés J'ai posé mes chansons sur des sols étrangers J'ai laissé dans le vent des prières s'envolées Je garde dans le cœur un oiseau en liberté Je n'ai jamais cessé mon Amour de t'aimer Combien de temps Combien de gens Combien d'amours déportés Combien de toi Combien de moi Combien de nous... Brisés Combien de temps { combien de temps} Combien de gens {Combien de gens} Combien d'esclaves enchaînés Combien de toi { Combien de toi} Combien de moi {Combien de moi} Combien de nous... Brisés Combien de toi { Combien de toi} Combien de moi {Combien de moi} Combien de vies... Brisées

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when at long long last the revolution had arrived! Well-maybe not quite THE REVOLUTION, in capitals, but certainly the chance to make a revolution work. There had never before been so many people so absolutely angry with the system, and striking back against it. He was stuck here, though, until the opportunity arose to slip through the cordon around the city and go underground. Because of the massive forces which had been poured into Denver to clear up after the Madness, this was almost certainly the most completely controlled city in the nation. What a place to be stranded! He distrusted Pete because he had been in the police, and he was even afraid of Jeannie because he'd confessed to her the killing of that state border guard. Hell, how could these two be so wilfully blind? They conceded that the Madness had been caused by poison gas, but because it was Train who had given chapter and verse about it, they were ready to argue that "it wasn't the government's fault!" They wanted the clock turned back to where it was before, they wanted the government to regain control even though it had lied to and cheated and even killed its people! If they were capable of that degree of stupidity and docility, they might all too easily sell him out… "You picked the right day to have it delivered, too," Jeannie was saying as she patted the cooker's shining side. "Mom got me a chicken. Don't hang around too long with your beer, will you? Dinner's only going to be a minute with this beauty." Carl curled his lip in disgust as he collected the beer cans and headed for the adjacent room in Pete's wake. Sitting down, he said, "Seen the sun lately, have you?"

THE SMOKE OF THAT GREAT BURNING
Opening the door to the visiting doctor, all set to apologize for the
flour on her hands-she had been baking-Mrs. Byrne sniffed. Smoke!
And if she could smell it with her heavy head cold, it must be a
tremendous fire!
"We ought to call the brigade!" she exclaimed. "Is it a hayrick?"
"The brigade would have a long way to go," the doctor told her
curtly. "It's from America. The wind's blowing that way."
NEXT YEAR
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.
-Milton: "Lycidas"

A ROOST FOR CHICKENS Sharp on nine the Trainites had scattered caltraps in the roadway and created a monumental snarl-up twelve blocks by seven. The fuzz, as usual, was elsewhere-there were always plenty of sympathizers willing to cause a diversion. It was impossible to guess how many allies the movement had; at a rough guess, though, one could say that in New York City, Chicago, Detroit, LA or San Francisco people were apt to cheer, while in the surrounding suburbs or the Midwest people were apt to go fetch guns. In other words, they had least support in the areas which had voted for Prexy Next, the stalled cars had their windows opaqued with a cheap commercial compound used for etching glass, and slogans were painted on their doors. Some were long: THIS VEHICLE IS A DANGER TO LIFE AND LIMB. Many were short: IT STINKS! But the commonest of all was the universally known catchphrase: STOP, YOU'RE KILLING ME! And in every case the inscription was concluded with a rough egg-shape above a saltire-the simplified ideogrammatic version of the invariable Trainite symbol, a skull and crossbones reduced to Then, consulting printed data-sheets, many of which were flapping along the gutter hours later in the wind of passing cars, they turned to the nearby store-windows and obscured the goods on offer with similarly appropriate slogans. Unprejudiced, they found something apt for every single store. It wasn't too hard. Delighted, lads on the afternoon school shift joined in the job of keeping at bay angry drivers, store-clerks and other meddlers. Some of them weren't smart enough to get lost when the fuzz arrived-by helicopter after frantic radio messages-and made their first trip to Juvenile Hall. But what the hell? They were of an age to realize a conviction was a keen thing to have. Might stop you being drafted. Might save your life. Most of the drivers, however, had the sense to stay put, fuming behind their blank windshields as they calculated the cost of repairs and repainting. Practically all of them were armed, but not one was stupid enough to pull a gun. It had been tried during a Trainite demonstration in San Francisco last month. A girl had been shot dead. Others, anonymous in whole-head masks and drab mock-homespun clothing, had dragged the killer from his car and used the same violent acid they applied to glass to write MURDERER on his flesh. In any case, there was little future in rolling down a window to curse the demonstrators. Throats didn't last long in the raw air.

ENTRAINED
"It's easy enough to make people understand that cars and guns are
inherently dangerous. Statistically, almost everyone in the country now
has experience of a relative being shot dead either at home or abroad,
while the association between cars and traffic fatalities opens the public
mind to the concept of other, subtler threats.Lead: causes subnormality in children and other disorders.
Exceeds 12 mg. per m3. in surface water off California. Probable
contributory factor in decline of Roman Empire whose upper class
ate food cooked in lead pans and drank wine fermented in
lead-lined vats. Common sources are paint, antiknock gas where
still in use, and wildfowl from marshes etc. contaminated over
generations by lead shot in the water.
"On the other hand it's far harder to make it clear to people that
such a superficially innocuous firm as a beauty parlor is dangerous. And
I don't mean because some women are allergic to regular cosmetics."Polychlorinated biphenyls: waste products of the plastics,
lubrication and cosmetics industries. Universal distribution at
levels similar to DDT, less toxic but having more marked effect on
steroid hormones. Found in museum specimens collected as early
as 1944. Known to kill birds.
"Similarly it's a short mental step from the notion of killing plants or
insects to the notion of killing animals and people. It didn't take the
Vietnam disaster to spell that out-it was foreshadowed in everybody's
mind.Pelican, brown: failed to breed in California where formerly
common, 1969 onward, owing to estrogenic effect of DDT on shell
secretion. Eggs collapsed when hen birds tried to brood them.
"By contrast, now that we scarcely make use of the substances
which used to constitute the bulk of the pharmacopoeia and which
were clearly recognizable as poisonous because of their names-arsenic,
strychnine, mercury and so on-people seem to assume that any medical
drug is good, period. I wasted more of my life than I care to recall
going around farms trying to discourage pig and chicken breeders from
buying feeds that contained antibiotics, and they simply wouldn't listen.
They held that the more of the stuff you scattered around the better. So
developing new drugs to replace those wasted in cake for cattle, pap
for pigs and pellets for pullets has become like the race between guns
and armor!"ITS A GAS
Leaving behind half his lonely brunch (not that the coffee shop
where he'd eaten regularly now for almost a year wasn't crowded with
lunchers, but sitting next to the fuzz is prickly), Pete Goddard waited
for change to be made for him. Across the street, on the big billboards
enclosing the site of Harrigan's Harness and Feed Store-it had kept the
name although for years before it was demolished it had sold
snowmobiles, motorcycle parts and dude Western gear-which now
was scheduled to become forty-two desirable apartments and the
Towerhill home of American Express and Colorado Chemical Bank,
someone had painted about a dozen black skulls and crossbones.
Well, he was feeling a little that way himself. Last night had been a
party: first wedding anniversary. His mouth tasted foul and his head
ached and moreover Jeannie had had to get up at the ordinary time
because she worked too, at the Bamberley hydroponics plant, and he'd
broken his promise to clear away the mess so she wouldn't be faced
with it this evening. Besides, that patch on her leg, even if it didn't
hurt…But they had good doctors at the plant. Had to have.
New, not disposed to like him, the girl cashier dropped his due
coins in his palm and turned back to conversation with a friend.
The wall-clock agreed with his watch that he had eight minutes to
make the four-minute drive to the station house. Moreover, it was
bitterly cold outside, down to around twenty with a strong wind. Fine
for the tourists on the slopes of Mount Hawes, not good for the police
who measured temperature on a graph of smashed cars, frostbite cases
and petty thefts committed by men thrown out of seasonal work.
And women, come to that.
So maybe before going…By the door, a large red object with a
mirror on the upper part of its front. Installed last  fall. Japanese. On a
plate at the side: Mitsuyama Corp., Osofaj. Shaped like a weighing
machine. Stand here and insert 25¢. Do not smoke while using. Place
mouth and nose to soft black flexible mask. Like an obscene animal's KISS Usually he laughed at it because up here in the mountains the air
was never so bad you needed to tank up on oxygen to make the next
block. On the other hand some people did say it was a hell of a good
cure for a hangover…
More detail penetrated his mind. Noticing detail was something he
prided himself on; when his probationary period was through, he was
going to shoot for detective. Having a good wife could spawn ambition
in any man's mind.
The mirror cut in a curve to fit around the mouthpiece: cracked. Slot
for quarters. Below it a line defining the coin-hopper. Around that line,
scratches. As though someone had tried to pry the box out with a knife.
Pete thought of bus-drivers murdered for the contents of a change
machine.
Turning back to the counter he said, "Miss!"
"What?"
"That oxygen machine of yours-"
"Ah, shit!" the girl said, hitting "No Sale" on the register. "Don't tell
me the stinking thing is on the fritz again! Here's your quarter back. Co
try the drugstore on Tremont-they have three."
THE OPPOSITE OF OVENS
White tile, white enamel, stainless steel…One spoke here in hushed
tones, as though in a church. But that was because of the echoes from
the hard walls, hard floor, hard ceiling, not out of respect for what was
hidden behind the oblong doors, one above another from ankle-level to
the height of a tall man's head, one next to another almost as far as the
eye could see. Like an endless series of ovens, except that they weren't
to cool, but to chill

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