Pardon My French ~ I Will Always Have Paris...
Springtime for Paris and Britainy ~ Bilingual Dualism by Mallarmé
Did Paris make Brit' pregnant? Or was that a Federline offense?
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Out nightclubbing; "How to appear discrete while behaving like a slut, and having too much fun in the process" ~ "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can... Watch you weave then breath your story lines"... Oh, look a live dress-up doll!
Allow me to help determine the looks and assets of the characters. I assure you they will not be "stereo" girls (albeit the name appeals to me - you know, like "twin shoppers" who are blonde bimbo stereotypes? ie. Paris and Brit' like big sisters that are 'French and English' ? ) : ) I think they are cunnillingual.
Shopping for male intelligence. Brazen blondes always shop in threes!
It's been a long time since I did Paris...
Stéphane Mallarmé was a provincial school teacher who came to Paris to live a bourgeois life on the rue de Rome, but published allusive, compressed poems, which suggested rather than denoted. He began writing poetry at an early age under the influence of Victor Hugo. At the age of nineteen he found Charles Baudelaire's The Flowers of Evil, which had appeared in 1857 under his pillow. This prompted him to write his first poem, "Le chair est triste, hélas! et j'ai lu tous les livres" which loosely translates to "The flesh is sad, alas! And I read between the (pages of our) lives" Aaah, but I regress!
A Negress by Stéphane Mallarmé
Possessed by a demon a negress
Wants to taste a girl-child saddened by new fruits
Unlawful ones too under the ragged dress,
This glutton’s ready to try a trick or two:
To her belly she mates two fortunate tits
And, so high no hand will know how to seize her,
Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs
Just like a tongue unskilled in pleasure.
Facing the timorous nakedness of the gazelle
That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,
Waiting upside down she keenly admires herself,
Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:
And, between her legs where the victim’s couched,
Raising the black flesh underneath the mane,
Advances the palate of that alien mouth
Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
Distress (a partial calling...) by Stéphane Mallarmé
I don’t come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir
In your foul tresses a mournful tempest
Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:
A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep
Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,
Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,
You who know more of Nothingness than the dead...
For Vice, gnawing this inborn nobleness of mine
Marked me, like you, with its sterility,
But shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, I flee
While that heart no tooth of any crime
Can wound lives in your breast of stone,
Frightened of dying while I sleep alone.
Stéphane Mallarmé Selected Poems
http://www.tonykline.co.uk/PITBR/French/Mallarme.htm
Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898)
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/mallarme.htm
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Did Paris make Brit' pregnant? Or was that a Federline offense?
.
Out nightclubbing; "How to appear discrete while behaving like a slut, and having too much fun in the process" ~ "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can... Watch you weave then breath your story lines"... Oh, look a live dress-up doll!
Allow me to help determine the looks and assets of the characters. I assure you they will not be "stereo" girls (albeit the name appeals to me - you know, like "twin shoppers" who are blonde bimbo stereotypes? ie. Paris and Brit' like big sisters that are 'French and English' ? ) : ) I think they are cunnillingual.
Shopping for male intelligence. Brazen blondes always shop in threes!
It's been a long time since I did Paris...
Stéphane Mallarmé was a provincial school teacher who came to Paris to live a bourgeois life on the rue de Rome, but published allusive, compressed poems, which suggested rather than denoted. He began writing poetry at an early age under the influence of Victor Hugo. At the age of nineteen he found Charles Baudelaire's The Flowers of Evil, which had appeared in 1857 under his pillow. This prompted him to write his first poem, "Le chair est triste, hélas! et j'ai lu tous les livres" which loosely translates to "The flesh is sad, alas! And I read between the (pages of our) lives" Aaah, but I regress!
A Negress by Stéphane Mallarmé
Possessed by a demon a negress
Wants to taste a girl-child saddened by new fruits
Unlawful ones too under the ragged dress,
This glutton’s ready to try a trick or two:
To her belly she mates two fortunate tits
And, so high no hand will know how to seize her,
Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs
Just like a tongue unskilled in pleasure.
Facing the timorous nakedness of the gazelle
That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,
Waiting upside down she keenly admires herself,
Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:
And, between her legs where the victim’s couched,
Raising the black flesh underneath the mane,
Advances the palate of that alien mouth
Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
Distress (a partial calling...) by Stéphane Mallarmé
I don’t come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir
In your foul tresses a mournful tempest
Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:
A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep
Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,
Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,
You who know more of Nothingness than the dead...
For Vice, gnawing this inborn nobleness of mine
Marked me, like you, with its sterility,
But shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, I flee
While that heart no tooth of any crime
Can wound lives in your breast of stone,
Frightened of dying while I sleep alone.
Stéphane Mallarmé Selected Poems
http://www.tonykline.co.uk/PITBR/French/Mallarme.htm
Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898)
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/mallarme.htm
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