Sir Lawrence Olivier
would play
a few guys that are hard to like -
Heathcliff and Sleuth's Andrew Wyke.
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a magnolia in his garden,
That a camelia with red flowers,
That an olive tree talking about peace,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
Look at the flowery almond trees,
Each branch has its mystery,
Each flower offers a new dream,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a palm tree with gentle calm,
That a rhododendron and its vigor,
You too can lose your mind,
What is more beautiful than a tree.
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un magnolia dans son jardin,
Qu’un camélia à fleurs rouges,
Qu’un olivier parlant de paix,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Regardez les amandiers fleuris,
Chaque branche a son mystère,
Chaque fleur a un nouveau destin,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un palmier au calme doux,
Qu’un rhododendron et sa vigueur,
Vous aussi pouvez perdre la tête,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre.
I’m watching a journalist from France 2 or 3,
I watch Olivier Ménard from the TV l'équipe
I spoke to my conscientious mechanic on Thursday,
I observe the little baker who thinks alone,
I read the Blue Tunics, a french comic book,
I listen to my doctor go into retirement,
I watch Ancelloti talking about football,
I think of the city of Rouen, the firefighters
The lyric a great poet of the 19th century,
I marvel at all these nurses,
I fantasize about an actress named Louise,
I vote for a famous red union,
I listen to the raucous view of Radio Nostalgia,
I am thinking of Carrefour hypermarket customers
Alas, alas, only the birds love us.
The Bon Vivants
held an important meeting at the restaurant.
Happy faced Lauren,
her BF Laurence, and her
BFF Laurance Olivier queried:
“What is it, what is the thing
we all want?”
Leaning back, Lauren
-smoking hot and smoking
-lip sticked lips caressing her Gitane
-puffed, puffed, puffed
smoke signals into the air, and sighed.
“We want to be happy and satisfied,
and snappy, since the sadness died.
We want to move beyond
the tears we’ve cried,
and eat baked potatoes
-versus French ones fried
-maybe onion rings perhaps,
though not French per se.
But let’s not forgo the key:
lime pie.
Green, tart, and -oh -so-
aromatic; in the right hands an art
form
over function
-and clearly in conjunction
with the mirth
of the Bon Vivants Tribe.
Cheat and love and lie and run
Philosophical incline
Who will win and who will try
Broken promises supply.
Roses, Moses, Richelieu
Rothschild, Laurence Olivier
Who accept and who decline
Leave and stay or laugh and die.
Father Pig upholds the law
Mother Piggy makes coleslaw
Children piglets fight and fly
We will eat them, do not cry.
“Do you love her?” - asked my friend
He discovered shame of bread
“Yes I loved her” - answer was
It is truth, but sounds gross.
Positano, Rome, Beirut
Christ, Antichrist, blood, absurd
Holly cow, sacred grass
Sodom, Gomorra, Montparnasse
Nouns on right and verbs on left
In the middle naked sense
Was Pig’s love to Piggy strong
When he heard his butcher song?
Did Pig’s butcher sing that song?
Theatre
auditory, expressive
producing, setting, critiquing
Miller, Olivier, Azmi, Bergman
directing, acting, entertaining
visual, scripted
Cinema.
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Date: 22 / 10 / 2016
breathless
hate induced misery
paradise lost...olivier twisted
stinging tears & rite of passage
lust of revenge
and a lifetime in hell
Die
stifled and buried under
hon'able man? Anthony said so
bloody rivers & the price of war
thirst of kill
and a season in hell
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