CONTRAPUNCTUM TOUTE CETTE SORTE DE CHOSES CONTRA PUNCTUM LIVRE III 29. ONE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW [ past time pastime ] 30. PARTING SCENE [ No goodbyes ] 31. THE KREPTILE [ followed by Have a talk with him ] 32. ERATO MADE ME COMMIT AN ERRATUM 33. LE HOUND SUR LA LUNE [ Lyrical Sonnet ] 34. BEHIND MY PLASTIC WALL [ w..t do y.u s.y ? ] 35. TRANSPARENCY TRANSCENDANCE 36. FOLDED PAPER TRIP 37. HAIR WILL DO [ Thanks Guillaume ] 38. THE GOLDEN MASS AGE 39. 5 PM, TEA TIME TALK 40. IN SQUARE & CIRCLE [ I'd rather be skating on jell-o ] Contra Punctum 29 ONE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW past time pastime ONE should do what one ought to do One should do it, the earlier the better One should end one thing before one starts another One should always think twice before one acts but one must act promptly and respond swiftly One is a really good good boy but me, what am I to be ? 30 PARTING SCENE No goodbyes SHE is lying on the bed, deeply sleeping like a baby-barrel of beer in a cellar. - HE : ( He turns to her and whispers, banging his fist on the wall.) « I watch you sleep all day after you wept and shrieked you came all soaked with tears your hair covered with rain drops Sleep mon bébé sleep, slip into deep slumber No cold can reach you here as I watch you while you lie It's I who laid you there to you, I could never lie » - SHE : ( Indistinctly, because she has a caramel in her mouth ). « It's not funny whatsoever, I swear he had a licorice crucifix in his hand ! » - HE : « You don't say » - SHE : « Yes I do say » - HE : « I mean, " you don't say " » - SHE : « Yes I did say. I'm off » She stands up - HE : ( Very gentlemanly, doing a little curtsy.) « Well, wait : allow me at least to open the door of the fridge for you » SHE leaves * * * 31 THE KREPTILE followed by Have a talk with him ( but not too long for his fee is grim ) SHE comes in through the mailbox, smokes her way out of the envelope ambivalous amphibian creeps with ease and dives as well will she draw me to the undersea where no light is one to see, or will she lead me to the weed that shall feed and comfort me Schmuck, why do you ask me ? Eli !, Am I The Future to know was los ist ? Ask my brother. But your brother is nowhere to be found ( for so far unknown reasons ) ! Am I my brother's babysitter ? Be quiet : THE LESS YOU'RE TOLD, THE MORE YOU'LL KNOW ONCE YOU STOP TO IGNORE IT. ( What the hell is that ? some Weedy Allen parody ? ! ) 32 ERATO MADE ME COMMIT AN ERRATUM It's always someone else's fault ou : j'ai un rateau dans le radium I start coughin' I'll sure end in a coffin took some codeine I'm sick of this coding I'm full of caffeine and my blood's a'thickenin' thickening into marble syrup 33 LE HOUND SUR LA LUNE Lyrical Sonnet I ground a hound on a merry-go-round It howls and moans and cries : Why do you ground me in such a fashion ? I aspire to higher hopes, help me reach higher grounds ! He barks and barks and barks. So he embarks on a trip to the moon : He stops his moaning and goes for a walking ... At five he came back to have some tea with a little slice of fruit cake 34 BEHIND MY PLASTIC WALL w..t do y.u s.y ? GULLIBLE am I ? No, understand I don't Nonsensely act I ? No, understand you don't You speak wallawalla to me, I'll act gullabully to you It is a mystery how you can hear me and still be an alien to me The gap in the language erases my asperities humour and emotion mourning and devotion evaporate I stay prisoner of a plastic showcase in which I revolve in a comic slow motion 35 TRANSPARENCY TRANSCENDANCE IN a glass of water back on the bottom light marbles fall on my face wh - ? 36 FOLDED PAPER TRIP ABOARD my paper aeroplane, the service is peculiar : no smiling stewardess nor proud pilot no demanding passenger but me Only ultralight cigarette Smoke is allowed on board, Milk must be skimmed to the bone, and ready to shake your mood too must be adequate, and you're strongly invited to cheer upwards, (as for humour, if you want a safe and pleasant trip, be careful not to bring the level down). 37 HAIR WILL DO Thanks Guillaume I am the son of Sam, let my hair grow for a woman I am Sam's son, gave up my hair for an illusion It's not the length that counts It is the intention, renunciation Gave up my hair for a She - male my nice boy hair that made me look frail. 38 THE GOLDEN MASS AGE JUST put on some Mass in B, Suddenly turn off the light : smell the music in obscurity Blessed the one who is Able to see sharpness in the sound, Candid clarity in the cries and Howls. 39 5 PM, TEA TIME TALK WHAT happens when you actually MEET your desire, in the park or in a cloud of milk ; Does it just go on, or does it silently fall down and breaks into tiny little pieces you can gather in an envelope ? Oh my dear, don't you worry about that, you'll NEVER meet your desire. It is the one with no name, the ever changing one 40 IN SQUARE & CIRCLE I'd rather be skating on jell - o IN my gum bubble, in the middle of a square, I can't hear anything silence sticks to my eyelids and keeps my eyes open No way to move any single outstretched arm or leg. Hey ! Leonardo, free me, draw me a helicopter Contra Punctum