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Claude Pélieu & Mary Beach in Paris

June 9th, 2013 · 1 Comment · Art, Collage, Exhibition

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 11

September 16th, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…& that’s all folks!) THE COLD BANK Ray was in the hollow of a wave. He didn’t believe in his electric identity. And I start again with images, for you, for you only — an amputated typewriter — a splash of color, screeching in time, […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 10

September 14th, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) IT’S BETTER THAN NO ONE X ended up by being tired of being someone else and playing the role of no one. X laughs silently with insects licking every centimeter of fresh blood. X is always after an idea, having no prejudices, more or […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 9

September 8th, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading, Uncategorized

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) THE ZIM ZUM LANDSCAPE A felled tree reinvents time — a dirty song in the depths of time — amphetamines have eroded night, we will no longer be alone in this tidal wave of streets, poplars sing, maple trees and hickories nail dew on […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 8

September 7th, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) COCA NEON CAMERA SUTRA FUCK TO THE BONE! Some time ago I lent a few slogans to the wind, just for laughs. A Yippie fantasy. We were on the West Coast, in our cabins, speeding on the highways in our Buick, Chrysler, Chevrolet, Pontiac, […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 7

September 1st, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading, Translation

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) WRITTEN AND ERASED IN THE FRISCO SKY A bit of eternity in the pink window. Blond mountains riddled with poppies and corn-flowers. (Stones swallow our tears, a lava flow transforms the landscape, on its high heels a tidal wave ravages the West Coast)… we […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 6

August 31st, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading, Translation

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) TOBOGGAN-ARCHIVE TRANS-FUCK EXPRESS. CENTER FOR LIFE & DEATH. I had noted: Nixon spreads skag shit bugs VD & Death, the great news headlines slip along endlessly. Toboggan-Archive, an echo-photo of another world. This morning the dew liked to bite. Supreme Cosmos sauce… I listen […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 5

August 30th, 2010 · 1 Comment · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading, Translation

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) A PROGRAMMED DREAM The technician sprays toxic and lethal gases. The CEO shuffles a few pages and starts to speak. “Gentlemen, the American astronauts will return in perfect shape, SKY LAB is a success. We’re at the dawn of the year 2000, and our […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 4

August 28th, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading, Translation

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) A NEON ROSE-WINDOW DIES ON THE HORIZON Your brain has been eroded by realities, you took your time, and it was all pretty horrible. Some people blubber, because of their hatreds. Small bites, small cuts… When myths die flowers survive. No more bets. Others […]

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Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 3

August 25th, 2010 · No Comments · Poetry, Prose, Summer Reading, Uncategorized

Claude Pélieu : KALI YUG EXPRESS Translated by Mary Beach (continued…) HOT LEAD IN THE HEDGE OF STARS Horizons, arrows, flexible clouds, silent gestures describing the generation that was sitting on the electrified fence, clouds broken by the light breeze, electronic music flattening the wheat, screams poured into the Echo-Death dossier. The primroses and the […]

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