>Maintenant , je m'encrapule le plus possiibl, pourquoi? ze veuz etre poet,
>et zeu travbille a me rendr voyant : vous ne ccomprendrez pas dutout, et je
>ne saurai presq vous vespliquer, il s agit darriver au dereglement de tous
>le sens________
>les SOUFFRA?NCES sont enormes, mais IL FAUT ETRE FORT, pour etre ne poete,
>et je me suis reconnu, ce n'est pas du tout ma faute, se veux dire, je
>pense, on devrai dire on me panse, pardon du zeux olympiques de mots:
Dear Fili,
This is al well and good but what's it got to do with my post? All I was
saying was that I suspect Rimbaud wanted his senses disoriented, because
though he was an adorable little genius he was also a reasonably serious
stoner. What's the big deal? Also, could you please send me a translation
(if possible) if you respond. Despite the heroic efforts of several very
fine educators my french is still hopeless. Finally, if you keep shitting
all over everything we'll have no recourse but to call your mother.
best
Mark O'Connell
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