from Nouvelles en trois lignes/Three Line News Items/ Short Stories
with perhaps "more in mind" than his own punning use of the Faits Divers' Nouvelles en trois lignes--
he may have been thinking also of the example of Gusrave Flaubert
who several decades earlier had created out of a provincial journal’s Faits Divers the novel Madame Bovary:
“Delphine Delamare, 27, wife of a medical officer in Ry, displayed insufficient austerity. Worse, she ran up debts. To avoid paying them, she took poison.”
Nurse Elise Bachmann, whose day off was yesterday, put
on a public display of insanity.
A complaint was sworn by the Persian physician Djai Khan
against a compatriot who had stolen from him a tiara.
A dozen hawkers who had been announcing news of a
nonexistent anarchist bombing at the Madeleine have
A certain madwoman arrested downtown falsely claimed
to be nurse Elise Bachmann. The latter is perfectly sane.
On Place du Pantheon, a heated group of voters attempted
to roast an effigy of M. Auffray, the losing candidate. They
Arrested in Saint-Germain for petty theft, Joël Guilbert
drank sublimate. He was detoxified, but died yesterday of
The photographer Joachim Berthoud could not get over the
death of his wife. He killed himself in Fontanay-sous-Bois.
Reverend Andrieux, of Roannes, near Aurillac, whom a
pitiless husband perforated Wednesday with two rifle
shots, died last night.
In political disagreements, M. Begouen, journalist, and
M. Bepmale, MP, had called one another "thief" and
"liar." They have reconciled.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
YOUR CHILDREN--Alexis Grigoropoulos--Poem written by children for his funeral
This is a translation of a tleaflet that was circulated at the funeral
of Alexis Grigoropoulos. It was written by school children:
WE WANT A BETTER WORLD
We are not terrorists, yobs, thugs.
WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN!
We are known, but still unknown.
We make dreams, donâ€™t kill our dreams!We are impetuous, do not kill
Once you too were young.
Now you chase money, you only care for image, you got fatter and lost
We expected that you would support us.
We expected that you will show some interest, that for once you will
make us proud.
You live fake lives, you have bended your heads down, you have dropped
your trousers and you are waiting for the day you will die.
MATERIAL IS EVERYWHERE
LOVE IS NOWHERE
Where are our parents?
Where are the intellectuals and artists?
Why arenâ€™t they outside to protect us?
THEY ARE KILLING US