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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, non-color of neon-fever heated by French or American or Chinese gangrene, Arab or Russian … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 11

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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 less maniacal. X controls his gestures, like a bleeding hog in his pink cellophane … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 10

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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 this mandala, I run after the fog, the fog that offers itself to anybody … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 9

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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, VW, Cadillac, spending our nights in sailor and truck drivers’ dives, in transvestite bars … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 8

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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 chew our cud in the shade of tall trees, high on the mesa, a … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 7

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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 to the propellers riddle my silence.  A mauve sun devours what is left of … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 6

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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 enhanced gadgets don’t fight with the flow of history, besides that isn’t the problem, … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 5

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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 weave their multicolored deaths, shake hands, talk and chatter, they have neither enemies nor … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 4

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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 forget-me-nots have disappeared. Must we tell you that nothing happens just like  that, simply? … Read more Kali Claude Yug Pélieu Express 3