06-05-2013, 11:01 AM
It had been raining all day today
and therefore I left my flat quite
reluctantly at – as usual – three ante meridiem.
It wasn't to be expected to turn into
a fine harvesting night for me:
Me being on the hunt for cig butts
and empty bottles to buy (with
the change ) food on the next morning.
Out on the sleeping street I let
the rays of the full -boozing-moon
find my path into the down and out.
Into down downtown.
Close to the metro station closest to me
I suddenly encountered the Chartreux
who – so at least it appeared to me -
had just out of bourgeois boredness
and because of no charme discret d'un
Monsieur Buñuel in reach of her curiosity,
decided to take a moonlight walk
and I could almost hear her purring:
there's a moon over Bourbon street
tonight, which appealed to me because I
prefer Bourbon over Scotch mostly:
I wouldn't go so far as
to reject some Johnny walking in a bottle
but I'm totally fine with some underdog
Bourbon from Kentucky or Tennessee
because I get two for one.
Well, to break it down to the lowdown then:
I seriously considered to catnap la Chartreuse
but I have standards comes it to friendshipping.
I will never steal pussies from the streets.
I will never grab a pussy and run away with her
because that behaviour is lacking style and any
cat with at least a minimum of self-respect
would rightfully turn her lower back to me.
So instead, I just sat down with her and
- Heureux qui comme Ulysse -*
recited softly the least harmfully sad
lines of du Bellay's epitaphe d'un chat,
a tomcat named Belaud killed by
the Mafia of rats of Rome.
And when I finally had reached
the final lines of this sad dedication:
Belaud, ma foi, je te promets
que tu vivrois, tant que sur terre
les Chats aux Rats feront la guerre, **
me ending with a warning to the cats,
the Chartreux rubbed my leg good bye
and disappeared into the night again.
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http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/06/05/3442/
Moon over Borbon street (song by Sting)
*Heureux comme Ulysee : orobably the best know poem by du Bellay (besides Les Regrets( a collection of poems by him) .
** quote from l'epitaphe d'un chat, of course.
I am too lazy to retrieve the epitaphe online.
Just google: Gallica bnfr de Bellay
and therefore I left my flat quite
reluctantly at – as usual – three ante meridiem.
It wasn't to be expected to turn into
a fine harvesting night for me:
Me being on the hunt for cig butts
and empty bottles to buy (with
the change ) food on the next morning.
Out on the sleeping street I let
the rays of the full -boozing-moon
find my path into the down and out.
Into down downtown.
Close to the metro station closest to me
I suddenly encountered the Chartreux
who – so at least it appeared to me -
had just out of bourgeois boredness
and because of no charme discret d'un
Monsieur Buñuel in reach of her curiosity,
decided to take a moonlight walk
and I could almost hear her purring:
there's a moon over Bourbon street
tonight, which appealed to me because I
prefer Bourbon over Scotch mostly:
I wouldn't go so far as
to reject some Johnny walking in a bottle
but I'm totally fine with some underdog
Bourbon from Kentucky or Tennessee
because I get two for one.
Well, to break it down to the lowdown then:
I seriously considered to catnap la Chartreuse
but I have standards comes it to friendshipping.
I will never steal pussies from the streets.
I will never grab a pussy and run away with her
because that behaviour is lacking style and any
cat with at least a minimum of self-respect
would rightfully turn her lower back to me.
So instead, I just sat down with her and
- Heureux qui comme Ulysse -*
recited softly the least harmfully sad
lines of du Bellay's epitaphe d'un chat,
a tomcat named Belaud killed by
the Mafia of rats of Rome.
And when I finally had reached
the final lines of this sad dedication:
Belaud, ma foi, je te promets
que tu vivrois, tant que sur terre
les Chats aux Rats feront la guerre, **
me ending with a warning to the cats,
the Chartreux rubbed my leg good bye
and disappeared into the night again.
--------------------
http://gurkski.wordpress.com/2013/06/05/3442/
Moon over Borbon street (song by Sting)
*Heureux comme Ulysee : orobably the best know poem by du Bellay (besides Les Regrets( a collection of poems by him) .
** quote from l'epitaphe d'un chat, of course.
I am too lazy to retrieve the epitaphe online.
Just google: Gallica bnfr de Bellay
