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On the dusty roads Ficelle sang. He invents his choruses with his daily life, his setbacks and his gains — rare and too uncertain. He said: Some sing only in the bath. If I did, I would sing once in a blue moon<\/em>. When you\u2019re on the road all day long, showers and baths are a thing of the past. Done with the cast. At the long last! <\/p>\n Tonight the Knight de la Ficelle<\/em> A giant clown car. Ficelle was not too worn on slap and tickle, and as he liked to say, he had never raped a fly. Songs are not confessions anyway. We sing to encourage or to forget that we are cowards. Ficelle sang like others fart. He also farted, able as he was to do. And when he peed, he sang this:\u00a0<\/p>\n Pee with no fart is like a dart,<\/em> He liked to pee like-I-fart. He repeated: Who wants to be well, often pees like dogs! And he farted high again.<\/p>\n Ficelle was the best man growing up under the sky<\/em> \nHis music was not cheerful. Haunting, hypnotic, to help him walk. He could sing the same verse for hours, a single line, three words that sometimes twisted his head and prevented him from thinking.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He sailed on land, sailed on stone fields, pulled edge by mountains high and down to valleys, everywhere especially, again and first. He skimmed the winds, sold his soul to the highest bidder, free of charge. The highest bidder was a demon of the South, a little devil who is not in the Directory. A demon selling thyme, fine for the skin and rhyme, he shouted at the market. And Ficelle walked. He who could pick boots on the powder scrub of a childhood in Provence! He had never left Paris, except in a dream. No sweat, no worry — since he doesn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n Still, he subscribed to thyme for life against the gold watch that Lucky Uncle gave him for his umpteenth birthday. A thirty-twelve carat gold watch. Uncle Petty is not a rat. Every day that God makes, the knight receives a bag of thyme in Tibet, it\u2019s so stupid, since he doesn\u2019t live there. He never left Paris, he never sold his soul and Uncle Grunkle never existed, except on his tea box. In bulk, Ficelle prefers. He never drinks it, it\u2019s to offer. But he doesn\u2019t give it because he doesn\u2019t have it because he doesn\u2019t drink it.<\/p>\n Ficelle is (a bit) lying as he breathes. A toothpuller, a showman, a door-to-door salesman, let the thyme devil win. Logic loves me. Not him. He prefers love at sea.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Love at sea, bitter love, said my mother who never took the boat. She went to India on foot. It\u2019s a long way back. Mom didn\u2019t come back. That\u2019s why I didn\u2019t know her. Only one thing is certain: I\u2019m a real knight. I wear on my finger the ring that my father didn\u2019t give me because he never wore it.<\/p>\n Knight of the Oval Table, alone by name. Proud of it. And I will stay there all the time, so much, so beautiful rose. Knight without horse, squire without ecu, I once slept at the foot of a cheese maker. Without cheese: it\u2019s a tree. With a tree, a loaf of bread, it would be a pain in the ass. Missing but a French fry tree.<\/p>\n I had found one<\/em> I\u2019ve sung this song for ages lying naked under a wood-pigeon tree. And giggling, cowardly! on a Gruy\u00e8re tree. I didn\u2019t know Grandma. She sold camembert in the subway corridors. The very first subway, line 1, Maillot-Vincennes, in 1900. I was two years old. My grandmother was riding me on her back in a carriage. Trucker strong she was. Since I didn\u2019t know her, how could I recognize her? It killed her. I fell all the way (52cm) into the arms of my grandfather who never recognized my mother. How could he? He had never seen her. That’s my family way, we’re only boys from mother to daughter.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n One of my friends had a birthday party in a big apartment in Passy. I was 16. Not so dumb, I went with my crossbow. Corridors, marble stairs, antechamber, I\u2019m for it. Bathroom, ball boobs, I come back. And now, what can\u2019t I see? A tranny! In this kind of princely slum, frankly, it hurts. My friend arrives, very half drunk. A smack, and I feel embarrassed: who\u2019s that stuffed bitch?\u00a0 He pulls me by the cloak in a dark corner away from the early partier.<\/p>\n “They\u2019ll be gone soon,” said my gossip friend.<\/em> Not knowing him, I was shocked! To see such a girlfather. Made up like a cheating card. With hairy legs. Carnival dressed. Paste in packs on wrinkles. I ran to the toilet where my delicate stomach could empty. I vomited my five o’clok. And then I pooped. I went home pale. Tight ass. I sang aloud to reassure myself.<\/p>\n Tonight the Knight de la Ficelle<\/em> It didn’t help a bit. Again I was alone in bed.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n What we don\u2019t have sticks to fingers Can all we miss be successful? Such a dazzling din Look at my pure accent Turn right before the orage What I lost may be worth <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ficelle cracked corn and I don\u2019t care. To the old fools the best tools, says the J\u00f4le in jail. He sticked to me around like a bond. A grain of my madness comes from him I guess. A good grain of pain pulls a chain gang. Free from the main stain, Ficelle’s not for sale. Wanna gin with pale ale ? Don\u2019t overdo. My man\u2019s been here with no beer, he\u2019ll come back with a ragsack. Like a train, like a plane, he’s insane. Like the bird of freedom, Ficelle’s plane flies straight. No dead end in Frisco heights. Heavy load, big weight.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On the dusty roads Ficelle sang. 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\n<\/span><\/p>\n\nWhat did he sing?<\/h4>\n
\nWith many demoiselles<\/em>
\nOn a bed would sail<\/em><\/p>\n
\nlike a dart, like a dart,<\/em>
\nPee with no fart is like a dart,<\/em>
\nwith no target, with no art,<\/em>
\nfart, fart, fart.<\/em><\/p>\n\nOr Maybe This<\/h4>\n
\nFicelle used to talk to fruit and to care for hive<\/em>
\nFicelle went cahin-caha up to eighty-five<\/em>
\nWhen he was an old man, he came to say “goodbye<\/em>
\nThe earth is heavy to my feet,
\nNice to meet.”<\/em><\/p>\nThyme and Wine<\/h4>\n
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<\/p>\nLove At Sea<\/h4>\n
\nwhich adjoined
\nthe tree of vine<\/em>
\non the edge of a ravine.<\/em><\/p>\nBirthday Party<\/h4>\n
\n“I don\u2019t care,” I reply. “The artist with the wig, she will stay long?”<\/em>
\n“Quite a bit” he said. “He is my father.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTogether with a demoiselle<\/em>
\nOn a navy bed would sail<\/em><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ficelle-vespasienne-bldArago-sk23-1200x720-3.jpg\" "\\"Ficelle")
<\/p>\n\nFrom a major agreement<\/h4>\n
\nWhat we loose may fill your purse
\nA hidden nipple is no debt
\nAttribute to the epithet<\/p>\n
\nInsufficiency be the rule
\nEyes wide shut’s a seeing baby
\nHappy to come and sad to be<\/p>\n
\nUnder the deafening sin
\nIn a desert of pines tall
\nYour picture on the painted wall<\/p>\n\nTo a minor disagreement<\/h4>\n
\nHomesickness undecent
\nTreat me tough and rude
\nOn my bare skin tattooed
\nWhat happens and what I rehearse
\nTo minimize my blunders
\nTarantino the tarantula
\nDid the deed to the cinema<\/p>\n
\nRemembering the last outrage
\nInflicted to Holy Trucker
\nFucking son of a cocksucker<\/p>\n
\nEveryone before birth
\nStronger with no power
\nHard rain’s daily shower
\nI kept the final money
\nTo close my night’s agony
\nDeep my sleep is like a log
\nNude as fogg, you be my dog<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ficelle-provence-ete-sk23-1300x780-2.jpg\")
<\/p>\nLate warning<\/h4>\n