ironies unfortunate
i've no bloody clue what a shareef is.
and the song's about Iran's
ban on rock 'n roll.
but it's still rough to cry out
"rock the casbah" to a lanky
algerian descendant living in a parisian
banlieue.
i've seen the movie, though,
and the round-up,
and the jutting bone below
the forehead,
above the eyes;
the dramatic brow
that one wipes in
exasperation.
Baudrillard is dead,
and apparently Sarkozy will
win.
as will the police state.
this is what he says,
the tall Algerian,
before serving me first,
and then himself,
a pasta and lemon couscous
left out for us,
in the room full of faces
and young artistic lines.
and the song's about Iran's
ban on rock 'n roll.
but it's still rough to cry out
"rock the casbah" to a lanky
algerian descendant living in a parisian
banlieue.
i've seen the movie, though,
and the round-up,
and the jutting bone below
the forehead,
above the eyes;
the dramatic brow
that one wipes in
exasperation.
Baudrillard is dead,
and apparently Sarkozy will
win.
as will the police state.
this is what he says,
the tall Algerian,
before serving me first,
and then himself,
a pasta and lemon couscous
left out for us,
in the room full of faces
and young artistic lines.
posted by jordan at 12:37 AM
1 Comments:
Take that Sarko:
"Sarkozy was enrolled in the Cours Saint-Louis de Monceau, a private Catholic middle and high school in the 17th Arrondissement, where he was reportedly a mediocre pupil. Later he obtained a bachelor's degree in law from the Université Paris X Nanterre. He attended the Institut d'Etudes Politiques de Paris (more commonly known as Sciences Po), but did not graduate. After passing the bar exam, he became a lawyer specialising in French business law." A Sciences Po drop out. Original comme president, non? ~J
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