Belle et Sébastien et amour des choses française

A tumblr devoted to the band Belle & Sebastian (and like-minded twee tunesters), my cats Belle & Sebastian and the love of all things French. In relation to the latter, due accord shall be given to the series of novels called Belle et Sébastien by French film actress, author, screenwriter and director Cécile Aubry, which were subsequently made into a live action series of the same name and a Japanese anime series, initially known as Meiken Jolie.

Yes indeed.

PRETENTIOUS AS FCK.

I reserve all rights to completely misuse and abuse the French language in the course of the above undertaking.

Guest contributions by Tim (motherheroic) who shares both a birthday and a love of French shit with me.

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I myself am not a poetry person.  But I see talent and a future that was snuffed out far too soon in a young man by the name of Anno Birkin, the nephew of Jane Birkin and cousin of Charlotte Gainsbourg.

This is a reading of his poem ‘Close To The River’ by Jane from her Arabesque album. En Fraçais et Anglais.  It is the frame work for my next tattoo and resonates deeply within me.

The Tower walls at midnight burn, / With fraught desire - the rocks beneath, / Are sharp, and wet with fictions blood. / Someone leaps, the other turns … but who is who. / Forget what you want, but / Don’t forget the link that grew me. / That travels deeply, / Through me in the form of every / Thought that I think. / The Loathing and the Love, / Bubbling together at the / Brink of my emotion. / This commotion started / Long before my face was ever / Etched into the Wall of time. / I have both your madnesses inside. / I am in constant disagreement with myself. / But I cannot leave me. / You both cannot leave me, / nor one-another, believe me! / I am the ring that won’t slip off with soap. / You’ve broken the armies inside me, / And now they stand poised and opposed … / Now there is blood. / Now there is love standing, covered in glory, / and honour lies covered in mud. / You and I, Ma, we built too close to the river. / Look at us washing our minds free of fever. / Brushing off bird shit and bad dreams forever. / And never once turning the tide. / Thank you for pains and concerns / That have made me, In turn more / Unhappy and kind. / I am proud to remind them of you

If I have posted before, I apologize and please remove.  But absorb before you do.

Notes:

  1. sistacrumpet reblogged this from thedarkspark
  2. thedarkspark reblogged this from pretentiousasfck and added:
    won’t be removing this Tim....lovely. I’d really like to see how this transforms
  3. pretentiousasfck posted this