Raaah lovely! a "comment" to the text posted yesterday described him as "patalyrique!
I loved that name! I feel I'll put together fairly quickly "little treatise (to my Quignard) of patalyrisme!
But not tonight. Friday night is the weight of the anvils of the week that weighs too much for the spirit light enough.
Meanwhile, below, a text published in a nifty pad published by the Library of Laval on the occasion of the Year Jarry, the theme was obliged "Alfred Jarry's dead!". pataphysics's father, who died? not see:
Alfred Jarry DIED.
Oh what a joke! ah rumor has struck again!
Alfred, I even met this afternoon to Tuesday, October 31, 2006 the Séguinière, near Cholet in the area pre-infernal Tartarus "factory stores".
I confess not to have recognized immediately. But "noticed", yes!
Easy enough enough, moreover (I like this phrase a lot, "moreover") to "out". We were the only two outside, under a drizzle Cholet who played the "drizzle" Breton. "Other", the humanoid of good quality were "inside". In the thick of it. We, we preferred to stay outside. Quits to rinse with a poor drizzle Cholet (Falsely disguised as a drizzle Breton) (in his defense was Halloween day).
He looked ....
Ah, for sure, a tune he had one.
I must have been the same.
Or, rather, that air the same, he had missed mêmement.
It was - sort of - recognition. Brothers of stuffiness. Even almost suffocated.
I was turning on my seventeenth Winfield (sight lungs) an hour, sitting on a bench in the "kids area" (there are now partout des « zones enfants » dans tous les lieux ubuesquement grotesques ) (ce qui , soit dit en passant correspond – à vue de pif – à un bon trois quart de notre planète ) (même les Océans ont franchi le cap : ils ont accepté sur leur brave vieux dos d’eau qu’un tretramaran Bustin Jridoux se lance taiaut taiaut à la poursuite d’un monomaran Panque Bostal !)
Alfred en a immédiatement convenu .
Parce ce qu’on a fini par prendre langue , tous les deux .
Il n’avait plus de feu .
Son vieux briquet à amadou faisait grève .
Entre fumeurs on se rend ce genre de service . Gratos .
« Merci ! "He said
-" Alfred, "he added, handing me his hand.
- "Roger," I said (no glory)
And we burst out laughing.
- "Fuck the absence of god! Roger and Alfred! it looks like a bad TV comedy duo lamentable. " He was so bent double with laughter as his funny yellow galurin has fallen on the sand of "children's corner"
- "Bah - do I retorted - it could be worse! you might have to call you Kevin Brice and me!
- Okay man! it repeats itself! Kevin!
- Brice! I cracked
first:
"Should I go pee! "Fortunately
Tartar Marques Avenue area has everything. I had spotted from afar the huge symbols (painted pink) ♀ ♂ And told myself that there had been signs thought by a former head of the class (not in the very first, indeed, say the twelfth) because for the ordinary humanoid area Tartar shopping outlets, these symbols there should not symbolize anything. (Who knows, maybe the electrifying love troubles have occurred in the toilets of Tartaréenne Zone, because of errors Referral - understandable "in any event" - and then the wedding engagement adjacent enfantailles then!) (AH! maybe generations "to come" - the concept of "generation" not "coming" is conceivable difficultueusement - come in commemorative processions in cagoinces Zone Tartarriffique (Cholet and "moreover"): "THIS MEETING THAT BIG DADDY BIG MOMMA"
"And we, we took a lousy nickname drizzle over the head until ... . 'then began to scream Alfred.
"Keep quiet Fred!" I told him. "It will pass them before we resume it"
"You can say that," he opined Alfred.
"Glad to have met you," he added, "but I gotta go! She goes "
He left almost at no charge.
I certainly was not going to throw the first stone for what could pass for being rude.
Not even the second.
I rekindled another Winfield and myself thought
"Ah! sacred old Alfred! this is not a debate but still the combution! right? "
"Con Ubu" replied a vague echo!
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