Toute révolution est un coup de dés (1977) - full transcript
Every revolution
is a throw of dice.
TO THE DEAD OF THE COMMUNE
21-28 MAY 1871
A THROW OF DICE
- NEVER -
EVEN WHEN CAST IN ETERNAL
CIRCUMSTANCES
FROM THE DEPTH OF A SHIPWRECK
- BE IT -
- that -
the Abyss
whitened
slack
furious
under an inclination
desperately plane
of wing
its own
in advance
fallen back from a trouble
in raising the flight
and covering the gushings
cutting at the root the leaps
much inside resumes
the shadow buried in the depth
by this alternating sail
up to adapting
to the spread
its gaping depth
inasmuch as the hull
of a vessel
leaning to one or the other side
THE MASTER
out of ancient calculations
where the manoeuvre
with age forgotten
arisen
inferring
once he gripped the tiller
from this conflagration
at his feet
of the unanimous horizon
that there
prepares itself
is tossed and mingles
with the fist which would grasp it
as one threatens
a destiny and the winds
the one number which cannot
be another
Spirit
to pitch it
into the tempest
refold its division
and pass on proudly
hesitates
corpse by the arm
kept away from the secret it holds
rather
than play
as a hoary maniac
the game
in the name of the billows
one
invades the head
flows as a submissive beard
direct shipwreck this
of the man
without ship
no matter
where vain
ancestrally not to open the hand
clenched
beyond the useless head
legacy on the disappearance
to someone
ambiguous
the ulterior demon immemorial
having
from null countries
induced
the old man toward
this supreme conjunction
with probability
he
his puerile shadow
caressed and polished
and rendered and washed
made supple by the wave
and removed
from the hard bones
lost between the planks
born
of a frolla
the sea through the sire trying
or the sire against the sea
an idle fortune
Betrothal
- whose -
gushed out veil of illusion
their obsession
like the ghost of a gesture
will stagger
sink
- madness -
WILL NOT ABOLISH
- AS IF -
A simple
insinuation
wreathed around silence
with irony
or
the mystery
hurled
howled
into some nearby whirl
of hilarity and horror
hovers
around the gulf
without strewing it
or fleeing
and cradles its virgin sign
- AS IF -
solitary feather bewildered
save
that a midnight cap
meets or grazes it
and immobilizes
to the velvet crumpled
by a dark guffaw
this rigid whiteness
derisive
in opposition to the sky
too much
not to mark
exiguously
whoever
bitter prince of the reef
dons it as the heroic
irresistible but contained
by his small virile reason
in thunder
expiatory and pubescent
dumb laugh
- that -
- IF -
The lucid and lordly crest
of vertigo
on the invisible brave
sparkles
then overshades
a tiny gloomy stature
upright
in her siren's wrench
the time for slapping
by impatient ultimate scales
bifurcated
- a rock -
false manor
suddenly
evaporated in mists
which imposed
a boundary to the infinite
- IT WAS -
issued starrily
THE NUMBER
WERE IT TO EXIST
other than as
scattered hallucination of agony
WERE IT TO BEGIN AND CEASE
emerging but denied and
closed once appeared
- finally -
by some profusion shed in rarity
WERE IT TO BE CIPHERED
evidence of the sum
inasmuch as one
WERE IT LO LIGHT UP
IT WOULD BE
- worse -
no
more nor less
indifferently but as much
- CHANCE -
Fails
the feather
rhythmic suspense of the baleful
to enshroud itself
in the original foams
whence lately its delirium
sprang up to a summit
withered
by the identical neutrality
of the gulf
- NOTHING -
of the memorable crisis
where
the event might have been
accomplished in view of
every null result
- human -
WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE
an ordinary elevation
pours forth absence
BUT THE PLACE
lower rippling whatever
as if to disperse the empty act
abruptly which else
by its lie
might have founded
perdition
in these regions
of the vague
in which every reality dissolves
- EXCEPT -
in the height
- MAYBE-
as far as a site
merges with beyond
outside the interest
signalled as to it
in general
according to such an obliquity
by such a declivity
of fires
- toward -
it must be
the Septentrion also North
A CONSTELLATION
cold from forgetfulness and disuse
not so much
that it does not enumerate
on some vacant and upper surface
the successive shock
sidereally
of a total account in formation
watching
doubting
rolling
glinting and meditating
before stopping
at some last point
which consecrates it
Every Thought
emits a Throw of Dice
is a throw of dice.
TO THE DEAD OF THE COMMUNE
21-28 MAY 1871
A THROW OF DICE
- NEVER -
EVEN WHEN CAST IN ETERNAL
CIRCUMSTANCES
FROM THE DEPTH OF A SHIPWRECK
- BE IT -
- that -
the Abyss
whitened
slack
furious
under an inclination
desperately plane
of wing
its own
in advance
fallen back from a trouble
in raising the flight
and covering the gushings
cutting at the root the leaps
much inside resumes
the shadow buried in the depth
by this alternating sail
up to adapting
to the spread
its gaping depth
inasmuch as the hull
of a vessel
leaning to one or the other side
THE MASTER
out of ancient calculations
where the manoeuvre
with age forgotten
arisen
inferring
once he gripped the tiller
from this conflagration
at his feet
of the unanimous horizon
that there
prepares itself
is tossed and mingles
with the fist which would grasp it
as one threatens
a destiny and the winds
the one number which cannot
be another
Spirit
to pitch it
into the tempest
refold its division
and pass on proudly
hesitates
corpse by the arm
kept away from the secret it holds
rather
than play
as a hoary maniac
the game
in the name of the billows
one
invades the head
flows as a submissive beard
direct shipwreck this
of the man
without ship
no matter
where vain
ancestrally not to open the hand
clenched
beyond the useless head
legacy on the disappearance
to someone
ambiguous
the ulterior demon immemorial
having
from null countries
induced
the old man toward
this supreme conjunction
with probability
he
his puerile shadow
caressed and polished
and rendered and washed
made supple by the wave
and removed
from the hard bones
lost between the planks
born
of a frolla
the sea through the sire trying
or the sire against the sea
an idle fortune
Betrothal
- whose -
gushed out veil of illusion
their obsession
like the ghost of a gesture
will stagger
sink
- madness -
WILL NOT ABOLISH
- AS IF -
A simple
insinuation
wreathed around silence
with irony
or
the mystery
hurled
howled
into some nearby whirl
of hilarity and horror
hovers
around the gulf
without strewing it
or fleeing
and cradles its virgin sign
- AS IF -
solitary feather bewildered
save
that a midnight cap
meets or grazes it
and immobilizes
to the velvet crumpled
by a dark guffaw
this rigid whiteness
derisive
in opposition to the sky
too much
not to mark
exiguously
whoever
bitter prince of the reef
dons it as the heroic
irresistible but contained
by his small virile reason
in thunder
expiatory and pubescent
dumb laugh
- that -
- IF -
The lucid and lordly crest
of vertigo
on the invisible brave
sparkles
then overshades
a tiny gloomy stature
upright
in her siren's wrench
the time for slapping
by impatient ultimate scales
bifurcated
- a rock -
false manor
suddenly
evaporated in mists
which imposed
a boundary to the infinite
- IT WAS -
issued starrily
THE NUMBER
WERE IT TO EXIST
other than as
scattered hallucination of agony
WERE IT TO BEGIN AND CEASE
emerging but denied and
closed once appeared
- finally -
by some profusion shed in rarity
WERE IT TO BE CIPHERED
evidence of the sum
inasmuch as one
WERE IT LO LIGHT UP
IT WOULD BE
- worse -
no
more nor less
indifferently but as much
- CHANCE -
Fails
the feather
rhythmic suspense of the baleful
to enshroud itself
in the original foams
whence lately its delirium
sprang up to a summit
withered
by the identical neutrality
of the gulf
- NOTHING -
of the memorable crisis
where
the event might have been
accomplished in view of
every null result
- human -
WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE
an ordinary elevation
pours forth absence
BUT THE PLACE
lower rippling whatever
as if to disperse the empty act
abruptly which else
by its lie
might have founded
perdition
in these regions
of the vague
in which every reality dissolves
- EXCEPT -
in the height
- MAYBE-
as far as a site
merges with beyond
outside the interest
signalled as to it
in general
according to such an obliquity
by such a declivity
of fires
- toward -
it must be
the Septentrion also North
A CONSTELLATION
cold from forgetfulness and disuse
not so much
that it does not enumerate
on some vacant and upper surface
the successive shock
sidereally
of a total account in formation
watching
doubting
rolling
glinting and meditating
before stopping
at some last point
which consecrates it
Every Thought
emits a Throw of Dice