THE ANARCHIST
Roland Michel Tremblay
Translated from French by the Scottish author
Sheila
MacLeod
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THE ANARCHIST
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The Collective Soul Is Rotting
No Faith, No Hope
I’m Corrupt
Being Nothing
Virtual Sheep, My Only Love!
Let's Go To Mass On Sunday!
Your Children Are All Empty
Vessels
The Anarchist
Have a Nice Cup of Tea, My Dear
I’ll Tell What’s Normal
I Fucked the Town Slag
It’s Par for the Course in New
York
Drink Up Your Whisky, Old Girl, and
Cheat Death
We’re Not a Lost Generation
The Alchemist
HELL HELP
I Strike and I Kill
Outside Buckingham Palace
Flush it all Down the Loo
Stop Puking all Over Me!
God Loves Me!
My Life Is Ruled By Sex
Poor Little Thing
My Head’s About to Explode!
I Pissed on the Sorbonne
I Love My Sugar Daddy
Vaginaphobia
I’m Your Leader
I’m Unreachable
I’m Irresponsible
My Mea Culpa
My Devolution, My Revolution
Throw Me Away After Use
Step Into My Hell
Come With Me and I’ll Show You The World
Is it My Fault If I Don’t Get
a Hard On?
Flee, Flee, Flee
I’m Going to Shoot Myself
Your Flowers Smell Like Christ
Decomposing!
You're So Sweet!
I Go from One Extreme to the Other
The Meat Between a Woman’s Legs
From the Moment When...
Love is Sweet
Death
Anarchy on Earth
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Anarchy
I Don’t Give a Fuck About You
Head in the Clouds?
Illumination
If I Were A Woman
If I Were President of the United
States
If I Were God
My Terrible Sentence
Madness
Alone in the World
I’m Going to Find Myself a Whore
Craziness
Something Tells Me That This Time...
The British Dream
Hollywood Success
The Following Poem Was Banned in 53
Countries
And This One Was Banned All Over the World
No Girls in the Army
Letter From Prison
A Gun At Your Head
Genesis
The Infinite
Propaganda
Frontline Terrorism
The World Is Dying
A Serious Problem with Authority
You Lied
She Always Was a Monster
I Am the Talk of the Town
I Should be Dead
I’m Your Slave
I’m Your Inflatable Virgin Mary
You’re Just A Bitch-Victim
Life and I are Incompatible
There Are No Noble Feeling
There’s Nothing Worse Than
People With Principles
The Policy of Truth
Get A Life, Old Crow!
I’m Just a Pretty Face
Bitchy Woman
Crabs, Crabs, and Crabs Again
To Die in Peace
Are You Still My Friend?
Something Philosophical
Dear God, Let Me Be Done With It
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Living in Infinity
Beyond War
Ready to Explode
Freedom
Poetry to Galvanise a Whole
Generation
Faith in Mankind
I’m Ugly
I’ve Seen an Extra-Terrestrial
The Power of Words
Oh Gloria, If You Hadn’t Loved
Cider So Much...
The World is Disheartening
Come On, Damn It, I’ve Got a
Life to Live
Existential Crisis
At the Heart of London
Put A Bomb Under Them
Too Many Stupid People All Round
Me
The New Love of My Life
Life
Life Isn’t Life
I Hoped For So Much
The World Won’t Change
Death to Purity!
What’s Your First Name Again?
The Crowned Anarchist
I Don’t Remember
I Remember
I Know the Name of God
Contempt For Man’s Pettiness
Again, Again and Again
Social Reality
Do the Opposite
Be Marginal and Make a Difference
Cannes
The Most Beautiful Creature on
Earth
Where are the Great Thinkers?
Oh No, Not Another Scandal!
I Could Pretend To Be The Devil
I Live in Opposition to the World
A Good Horror Story
What a Buzz!
We Are Energy
You’re Zombies
My Last Cigarette, My Last Beer
To Hell With Conformism
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I Want to Shit All Over You
No Forgiveness
The New Age
Inner Peace
Prostituted to Other People’s
Ideas
A Nice Big Burger
It’s An Honour For Me
Are You Cool?
I Played Video Games for Ten Years
I Failed My Last Physics Exam
Get A Pint of Milk
Mom, Come and Find Your Son
Cock-Teaser
Go Fuck Yourself, Arsehole
You Abused Me
Sex?
Sign These Contracts…
Twenty-Six Cameras Watch Me When I
Shit
The Nevada Desert
Anarchist Theory
A New Life For Sale
Descent Into Hell
Anorexia Nervosa
Creating A New World
Another Mutilated Body
Death Valley
Just When I Thought I’d Understood
I’ve Said It All
A Swamp Full of Tadpoles
I Understand
My Frankenstein’s Monster Is
Already At Large in the Crowd
Who Do You Think You Are?
When You Dream of Glory, I Wank
A Little Hitler in the Making
Innocence Is Never Innocent
For Too Long
Oh My God!
You Opened the Gates of Hell
If I Were Einstein
In The Depths of the Marais
Church Street
What I’ve Found in the Holy Bible
of the Hotel
The Hidden Knowledge of Things
The Voice of a Generation
I’m Making History
I Am God the Father
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Perverted
animal, knowing the whole world of sex
I’ve
thoroughly penetrated you and I remember
This
makes me just as perverted as you
Aren’t
we happy together
In
our slum, forever arguing
And
getting nowhere
Life
is sweet when there’s nothing but perversion
To
lead us to the heights
Being
there with you I meet human consciousness head on
Observing,
recognising itself, and dying with us
The
collective soul is just as rotten as ours
Because
we are its progeny
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No Faith, No Hope
Ah,
I must empty my heart
Of
all its rottenness
I’m
so far from fulfilment and inner peace
I
yearn to die as I yearn to kill
No
light on the horizon
And
yet I know all about mysticism
Know
how to reach spirituality
Find
God
But
it’s all from the mind
Nothing
from the heart
I’m
incapable of love
But
capable of death
My
sensitivity is useless
I
could destroy humanity with my violent thoughts
No
faith, no hope
I’m Corrupt
I’m
corrupt
As
corrupt as you could have wished
I’m
corrupt to the marrow of my bones
I
suffer from an incurable disease
Fluttering
in my brain
Gnawing
at my bones and offering me doubt
Pain,
unhappiness
I
walk with the weight of my guilt
Through
streets punctuated with churches
Knowing
right from wrong at last and doing wrong
They’ve
got me
My
thoughts are no longer my own
I’ve
fallen into their net