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Je vous laisse reflechir sur les mots du poete Osip Mandelstam qui a dit dans "Fourth Prose" que "Writerdom is a race with a revolting smell to its hide and the filthiest known means of preparing its food. It is a race that wanders and sleeps in its own vomit, one that is expelled from cities and hounded in villages, but it is always and everywhere close to the authorities, who grant its members a place in red-light districts, as prostitutes. For literature always and everywhere carries out one assignment: it helps superiors keep their soldiers obedient and it helps judges execute reprisals against doomed men.
A writer is a mixture of parrot and pope. He's a polly in the very loftiest meaning of that word. He speaks French if his master is French, but, sold into Persia, he will say 'Pol's a fool', or 'Polly wants a cracker' in Persian. A parrot has no age and doesn't know day from night. If he starts to bore his master he's covered with a black cloth and that, for literature, is the surrogate of night."
Au plaisir,
G. Tod Slone, redac'chef
The American Dissident
www.theamericandissident.org/Quebec
