sidearmsandstarwars hat deine Fotoserie gerebloggt :

1. All guns are always loaded / toutes les armes…

Don’t forget…“know your target and what lies beyond it”

I agree 100 % with you. To justify my choice not to include that part of the rule, it’s not canonical and, for me, it’s part of the commentary about the rule.

Song of a gun (1) – Des armes, une chanson de Léo Ferré interprétée par Noir Désir.

Guns, nice and glossy,

that you need to carress as for pleasure

that you need to clean often for pleasure

the other one, of which the little girls are dreaming

Guns, blue like Earth

Guns that you have to keep warm in the depth of the soul

In the eyes, in the heart, into a woman’s arms

Guns that you keep inside you, as if you keep a riddle

Guns in the days of hiding

Under the grass, in the sky, also on the paper,

Guns that make you daydream very late while reading

and put some poetry in the speeches

Guns, guns, guns,

and on-duty poets with fingers on the trigger

to put fire at the last cigarette

at the end of a french sentence

bright as a tear

The band is Noir Désir, whose singer is know for having killed his girlfriend in a drunken fistfight and the poem is by Léo Ferré, Monte-Carlo official’s anarchist. It’s mostly about bizarre sexual perversions, resistance to oppression and litterature.


Random torso of Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889), Romanian poet, in Vevey.


Byron was here


Pigeon, oiseau à la grise robe
Dans l’enfer des villes
À mon regard tu te dérobes
Tu es vraiment le plus agile


This is officialy my favourite bar in the world. Too bad it was closed when I was there.

…and with this we’re concluding this Belgian serie from October 2014. 


The fields must have dreamed the roads

From the wind in their grass

From the shivers of sky in their grass that

Whisper ideas of freedom to them.

Robert Montgomery, Abbots Ripton Light Poem 2