The Sideboard - Arthur Rimbaud

Its a high, carved  sideboard made of oak

The dark old wood, like old folks, seems kind;

Its drawers are open, and its odors soak

The darkness with the scent of strong old wine.

Its drawers are full, a final resting place

For scented, yellow linens, scraps of clothes

For wives or children, worn and faded bows,

Grandmothers' collars made of figured lace;

There you will find old medals, locks of gray

Or yellow hair, and portraits, and a dried bouquet

Whose perfume mingles with the smell of fruit

- O sideboard of old, you know a great deal more

And could tell us your tales, yet you stand mute

As we slowly open your old dark door

At The Green Inn, Five In The Evening - Arthur Rimbaud

For a whole week I had ripped up my boots


On the stones of the roads. I walked into Charleroi;


Into the Green Inn: I asked for some slices


Of bread and butter, and some half-cooled ham.

Happy, I stuck out my legs under the green


table: I studied the artless patterns of the


Wallpaper - and it was charming when the girl


With the huge breasts and lively eyes,

- A kiss wouldn't scare that one! - 


Smilingly brought me some bread and butter


And lukewarm ham, on a coloured plate; -

Pink and white ham, scented with a clove of garlic -


And filled my huge beer mug, whose froth was turned


Into gold by a ray of late sunshine.

October 70

THRILLS - CAKE

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies...
And it's all Vanity.

And that's about the way it is in the marry-go-round

You get on...
You go around...
Standing in the saddle...

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies...
And it's all vanity.

He tries thrills.

He said I gave myself to enjoy pleasure.

What are teenagers doing today?

They're trying every thrill there is in the books.

We got color TV,
But it still isn't satisfying.

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies....
And it's all vanity.

(Shouts-kind of non-understandable)
You can't understand it, 
It's going so loud,
And so-forth and they're wiggling and wobbling around
And everything else,
And-and yet they're not satisfied
And these disc jockies,
They hear the tune and it's different!

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies....

And it's all Vanity.

(Shouts-kind of non-understandable)
You can't understand it, 
It's going so loud,
And so-forth and they're wiggling and wobbling around
And everything else,
And-and yet they're not satisfied
And these disc jockies,
They hear the tune and it's different!
Hears the tune and it's different!

Man is Born,
Man Lives,
Man Dies...
And it's all Vanity.