June 09, 2005
Prime Minister Rimbaud
“In the flayed city, facing the raging winds, I called upon the words of Rimbaud, Artaud or Duprey. At such a grave hour, how could one not think of these thieves of fire who lit up, for centuries, the furnaces of the heart and the imagination, of thirst and insomnia, to build an empire only within oneself.”
Dominique de Villepin, in New York City, shortly after 9/11.
Funny, my thoughts ran a bit differently. And they were already etched in dust in a parked car that I walked by in downtown Manhattan by 9:45 AM that morning:
"Time To Fight Back."
Quelle philistine, B.D.!
Posted by Gregory at June 9, 2005 11:20 AM
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Oh Dear. You really should spend less time playing those violent video games. I know it makes you feel more of a man than the French, but, really, don't you think you're being a wee bit adolescent here?
Then again, I love it when corporate fatcats like Greg get martial! It's so sexy!
Greg what do you expect? The guy is French after all, a thousand words for retreat, not one for victory.
Not to get to hoity-toity, but "philistin" is the French word. I suspect they'd use something with "bourgeois" though.
Villepin : poetry = Slim Whitman : music.
Damn, Villepin is a twat...
