i.j.oog :
ou est tristan tzara or in the cimetiere du montparnasse
(from the paris diaries 1998)
ici est fernand nin et charlotte nee vernet et ici est familie couger barbet etc etc etc what matter indeed what matter who is speaking or who is silent ah monsieur beckett vous n'est ce pas tristan tzara
still one dead man is much like another a dead man is also much like a dead woman much more so dead than alive - it is starting to rain even - monsieur nin doesn't mind - the smooth black marble of his grave only gleams even more and he continues to stare imperviously into the middle distance as the rain falls heavier - a girl in black asks for directions to baudelaire's grave
some people are arriving for a funeral - everyone who is waiting is getting very wet - the top of the mausoleum is off and the men are waiting with the ropes - the car with the coffin is already there i guess it will take a while before every one is here what with the rain and all - the roads around paris quickly clog up when it rains - by the cemetery entrance a handwritten sign has been put up which says in english "jim morrison isn't here he is at the pere lachaise" - underlined
the girl in black is watering the plants on baudelaire's grave - i wonder what kind of plants they are and whether they produce evil flowers - i hope they like plenty of water
as i said one dead man is much like another and the dead man in the crumbling grave is much like the dead man in the grave of gleaming black marble and even the man in the grave marked concession perpetuité and the one in the grave marked "please see someone in the office about this asap" are much the same just like a dead poet is much like a dead painter and a dead sculptor is not that different from the dead singer of a rock and roll band called the doors although i do wonder if the mairie de paris have the same concept of perpetuity as samuel beckett or man ray over there
enfin the cimetiere du montparnasse is a good place to consider mortality and the meaning of death - it is quiet but not in a morbid way in fact there is not a trace of morbidity it is more elegant quietude with the birds tweeting and a maintenance man raking - some attempts are made to create a modicum of order not that much disorder is possible in this place where everyone lies so still and no one makes a sound
ou est tristan tzara or in the cimetiere du montparnasse
(from the paris diaries 1998)
ici est fernand nin et charlotte nee vernet et ici est familie couger barbet etc etc etc what matter indeed what matter who is speaking or who is silent ah monsieur beckett vous n'est ce pas tristan tzara
still one dead man is much like another a dead man is also much like a dead woman much more so dead than alive - it is starting to rain even - monsieur nin doesn't mind - the smooth black marble of his grave only gleams even more and he continues to stare imperviously into the middle distance as the rain falls heavier - a girl in black asks for directions to baudelaire's grave
some people are arriving for a funeral - everyone who is waiting is getting very wet - the top of the mausoleum is off and the men are waiting with the ropes - the car with the coffin is already there i guess it will take a while before every one is here what with the rain and all - the roads around paris quickly clog up when it rains - by the cemetery entrance a handwritten sign has been put up which says in english "jim morrison isn't here he is at the pere lachaise" - underlined
the girl in black is watering the plants on baudelaire's grave - i wonder what kind of plants they are and whether they produce evil flowers - i hope they like plenty of water
as i said one dead man is much like another and the dead man in the crumbling grave is much like the dead man in the grave of gleaming black marble and even the man in the grave marked concession perpetuité and the one in the grave marked "please see someone in the office about this asap" are much the same just like a dead poet is much like a dead painter and a dead sculptor is not that different from the dead singer of a rock and roll band called the doors although i do wonder if the mairie de paris have the same concept of perpetuity as samuel beckett or man ray over there
enfin the cimetiere du montparnasse is a good place to consider mortality and the meaning of death - it is quiet but not in a morbid way in fact there is not a trace of morbidity it is more elegant quietude with the birds tweeting and a maintenance man raking - some attempts are made to create a modicum of order not that much disorder is possible in this place where everyone lies so still and no one makes a sound