For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.
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Saturday, 15 October 2011

La Pances - The Belly (The Church)

J'a
J'ai touz jors engraisse ma pance
D'autrui chateil, d'autrui sustance:
Ci a boen clerc, a miex mentir!

All my days I have filled my belly
With others' wealth, with others' goods:
An honest cleric, the best of liars!


La Repentance Rutebeuf, 13th cent.