Drawing for Jean Genet's La Galère 1947,a long poem written as a homage to murderer
Harcamone, the book was condemned in 1954 and Genet was fined 100.ooo francs.
"By the threads of death
the weapons of these nights
carried my arms paralyzed by wine
the azure of nostrils
traversed by the rose gone astray
where a gilded doe shudders under the brush...
I astonish myself and lose myself
in pursuing your course
astonishing river
from the veins of discourse"
the weapons of these nights
carried my arms paralyzed by wine
the azure of nostrils
traversed by the rose gone astray
where a gilded doe shudders under the brush...
I astonish myself and lose myself
in pursuing your course
astonishing river
from the veins of discourse"
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"The tree's blue branches
stretch from the salt to the sky.
My solitude sings
to my vespers of blood
an air of golden bubbles
squeezing from my lips."
stretch from the salt to the sky.
My solitude sings
to my vespers of blood
an air of golden bubbles
squeezing from my lips."
Jean Genet - The Galley
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