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Les Chants de Maldoror (translated by Guy Wernham) (1868)
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Les Chants de Maldoror (translated by Guy Wernham)
by Comte de Lautréamont
⇥ It was a day in springtime. Birds were uttering their chirruping song and mankind, going about their various chores, were bathed in the sanctity of weariness. Everything was working towards its destiny: the trees, the plants, the sharks. All-except the Creator!⏎⇥ He was stretched out by the wayside, his clothing in ribbons. His lower lip hung down like a sleepy cable. His teeth were unbrushed and dust mingled with the flaxen waves of his hair. Stunned by a heavy drowsiness, crushed against the stones, his body was making useless efforts to get up. His strength failed him, and he lay there feeble as an earthworm, impassive as the bark of a tree. Streams of wine filled the ruts hollowed out by the nervous jerking of his shoulders. Swine-snouted sottishness covered him with protective wings and cast loving eyes upon him. His slackmuscled limbs groveled in the dust like blind masts. Blood flowed from his nostrils: as he fell he had struck his face against a post. . . . He was drunk! Horribly drunk! Drunk as a flea that has swallowed three barrels of blood during the night! He aroused the echoes with words that I will not repeat here. If the Supreme Drunkard does not respect himself I must respect mankind. Did you know that the Creator got drunk! Pity on that lip, befouled in the goblets of an orgy!⏎⇥ A passing hedgehog stuck its spines into his back and said: "That for you. The sun is half way through its orbit. Work, sluggard, and eat not the bread of others. Wait a while and you'll see what will happen if I should summon the cockatoo with his crooked beak."⏎⇥ A woodpecker and a screech-owl, passing by, buried their beaks in his belly, saying: "That for you. What are you doing here on earth? Did you come to offer this lugubrious farce to the animals? I assure you neither the mole nor the cassowary nor the flamingo will imitate you."⏎⇥ A passing ass gave him a kick in the temple, saying: "That for you. What did I ever do to you that you should have given me such long ears? All creatures down to the cricket scorn me."⏎⇥ A passing toad spat in his face, saying: "That for you. If you had not given me such a huge eye and had I seen you in the state you are in now, I would have chastely concealed the beauty of your limbs beneath a shower of buttercups, myosotis and camellias, in order that none should see you."⏎⇥ A passing lion inclined his royal visage, saying: "As for me I respect him, although his splendor appears to be momentarily eclipsed. You others, affecting haughtiness when actually you are nothing but cowards since you attacked him while he was sleeping, would you be happy in his place if you were subjected to the insults of passers-by-insults you have not spared him?"⏎⇥ A passing man stopped before the displaced Creator and, amid the applause of the crab-louse and the viper, defecated for three days upon that august countenance. Woe unto mankind for that insult! For he had no respect for an enemy laid out in a mess of filth and blood and wine, defenseless and almost inanimate! . . .🏁
Submitted by laimargue - 06/03/2026
Book Metal 6.18 Ranked
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Les Chants de Maldoror (translated by Guy Wernham)
by Comte de Lautréamont
⇥ It was a day in springtime. Birds were uttering their chirruping song and mankind, going about their various chores, were bathed in the sanctity of weariness. Everything was working towards its destiny: the trees, the plants, the sharks. All-except the Creator!⏎⇥ He was stretched out by the wayside, his clothing in ribbons. His lower lip hung down like a sleepy cable. His teeth were unbrushed and dust mingled with the flaxen waves of his hair. Stunned by a heavy drowsiness, crushed against the stones, his body was making useless efforts to get up. His strength failed him, and he lay there feeble as an earthworm, impassive as the bark of a tree. Streams of wine filled the ruts hollowed out by the nervous jerking of his shoulders. Swine-snouted sottishness covered him with protective wings and cast loving eyes upon him. His slackmuscled limbs groveled in the dust like blind masts. Blood flowed from his nostrils: as he fell he had struck his face against a post. . . . He was drunk! Horribly drunk! Drunk as a flea that has swallowed three barrels of blood during the night! He aroused the echoes with words that I will not repeat here. If the Supreme Drunkard does not respect himself I must respect mankind. Did you know that the Creator got drunk! Pity on that lip, befouled in the goblets of an orgy!⏎⇥ A passing hedgehog stuck its spines into his back and said: "That for you. The sun is half way through its orbit. Work, sluggard, and eat not the bread of others. Wait a while and you'll see what will happen if I should summon the cockatoo with his crooked beak."⏎⇥ A woodpecker and a screech-owl, passing by, buried their beaks in his belly, saying: "That for you. What are you doing here on earth? Did you come to offer this lugubrious farce to the animals? I assure you neither the mole nor the cassowary nor the flamingo will imitate you."⏎⇥ A passing ass gave him a kick in the temple, saying: "That for you. What did I ever do to you that you should have given me such long ears? All creatures down to the cricket scorn me."⏎⇥ A passing toad spat in his face, saying: "That for you. If you had not given me such a huge eye and had I seen you in the state you are in now, I would have chastely concealed the beauty of your limbs beneath a shower of buttercups, myosotis and camellias, in order that none should see you."⏎⇥ A passing lion inclined his royal visage, saying: "As for me I respect him, although his splendor appears to be momentarily eclipsed. You others, affecting haughtiness when actually you are nothing but cowards since you attacked him while he was sleeping, would you be happy in his place if you were subjected to the insults of passers-by-insults you have not spared him?"⏎⇥ A passing man stopped before the displaced Creator and, amid the applause of the crab-louse and the viper, defecated for three days upon that august countenance. Woe unto mankind for that insult! For he had no respect for an enemy laid out in a mess of filth and blood and wine, defenseless and almost inanimate! . . .🏁
Submitted by laimargue - 06/03/2026
Book Metal 6.18 Ranked