“Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowd As herds of bellowing buses drive by Love's anguish tightens your throat As if you were never to be loved again If you lived in the old days you would enter a monastery You are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayer You make fun of yourself and like the fire of Hell your laughter crackles The sparks of your laugh gild the depths of your life It's a painting hanging in a dark museum And sometimes you go and look at it close up” LovePrayerLaughingPaintingPrayingLaughterParisAnguishCityCrowdMuseumMonastery Book:Zone Source: Zone
“You alone in Europe are not ancient oh Christianity The most modern European is you Pope Pius X And you whom the windows observe shame keeps you From entering a church and confessing this morning You read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloud That's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapers There are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteries Portraits of great men and a thousand different headlines ("Zone")” PoetryLanguageChurchEuropeWordsNewspapersAdvertisingProseConfessionCityModernityHeadlinesMysteriesMystery NovelsTextEuropeanBillboardCatalogsPope Pius X Book:Zone Source: Zone
