
En anglais cette
       fois, but it
  still won't give
you lip cancer.
an on-going series of poems inspired by the great Belgian painter
His immense shadow spreads out
Over Paris and the world.....
Robert Desnos: La Complainte de Fantômas
The world asleep &
dreaming out loud.
Emanations cohere;
fear personified. In-
stead of rain falling
sur les toits de Paris
it is the shadow of
Fantômas. Dressed
for his own on-going
opera, as large as the
life he lives in others'
dreams. They would
have him with a knife
in hand, but this is his
reality so he carries a
flower. It is a rose. They
would have him dead
but it is their dreams
that keep him alive. He
does not dream of them.
A THEATRICAL EVENT. Juve has been on the trail of Fantômas for quite some time. He crawls along the broken cobblestones of a mysterious passage. To guide himself he gropes along the walls with his fingers. Suddenly, a whiff of hot air hits him in the face. He comes nearer...His eyes adjust to the darkness. Juve distinguishes a door with loose boards a few feet in front of him. He undoes his overcoat in order to wrap it around his left arm, and gets his revolver ready. As soon as he has cleared the door, Juve realizes that his precautions were unnecessary: Fantômas is close by, sleeping deeply. In a matter of seconds Juve has tied up the sleeper. Fantômas continues to dream — of his disguises, perhaps, as usual. Juve, in the highest of spirits, pronounces some regrettable words. They cause the prisoner to start. He wakes up, and once awake, Fantômas is no longer Juve's captive. Juve has failed again. One means remains for him to achieve his end: Juve will have to get into one of Fantômas's dreams — he will try to take part as one of its characters. —René Magritte.
The pre-
diction of
tides on an
a priori basis
is not possible.
Local conditions
apply. One works
from charts & tables—
how far the fall between
high & low, the positioning
of rocks, the shape of the sky.
What the weather is doing. Are
the Moon & Sun colinear with the
Earth? Do clouds collide with bells?

All questions have
been abolished
since no-one
is certain of the
answers anymore. The
Oscar winner weds
her boyfriend under
a candy-striped
tent somewhere
in the tames of
Alaska. He has
left parts of him-
self—his wig, his
face—on the table
back at the New
Mexico ranch. She
is annoyed, tears
out trees & plunges
the branches into
the earth where the
roots used to be. No
blindness like snow
blindness. He says
"I do." Still five &
a half months to
go before Spring
rolls around. You
may kiss the bride.

Torn from Picasso, &
further torn—bather
from sea, or mother
from baby. The clothes
torn from her. Then
ravaged. About to be.
Victim & aggressor. A
classic dialectic. Shadow
given substance, form
taken on. Is classical.
Modern. Zeus in a
business suit? No
less likely than white
bull, white swan, a
shower of gold. He
falls across her, he falls
upon her. One outline.
The form taken on is
taken from Goya, Kronos
devouring one of his
children. Titanic days.