"Give Peace a Chance" according to a police officer leaving the Archie ... irony when you hold us ...
Yesterday evening, 23 February, took place one evening Password history, either the last or the first of a new era, fate has particularized. In order to confirm the rumors already happily, the Local Archie was indeed right to visit a host of clubs coming to perform some homework misunderstood.
Background:
Friday, February 22 the second year of existence of Archie.
Again, the demonstration was made that orders executed make inscrutable ways of the law, how much more than God.
Towards 22h then, a dozen police cars were parked outside the premises.
There was some fun to the railroad track until Van Horne. Twenty policemen, ten inspectors (and pretty-trices) of the public morals squad (it can not be invented!) and four undercover agents (yes like in the movies!). One moment, there was more strength in the range of that force us.
A disagreement points and some disputes will be resolved by next Wednesday led the raid raids. Come back over the next few days about the latest developments on this world in the world where you were at home.
All this said, Archie, what happens to him, surely will live forever in his memory implacable, and the Triumvirate organizing, poetry evenings, we felt is naturally standard-bearers and heralds a trace which could leave. is in this sense that we are launching here a call for papers for a special issue of Poetry Takeout, special Archie.
That is to say that we will meet all the texts inspired by Archie himself, we have already hand the number of ten, and we still hope magnified.
So send your submissions to editionsarchipelliers@gmail.com ,
With the subject: Takeout Archie.
Thanks already, and leave a good idea, here are some pieces of those listed above.
UNTITLED
ELISE TONGSANG
Then one night it uncertain, you take this dark street that ends in a cul-de-sac, on a track - This is an industrial building, you enter it in the basement as it happens, you will not know but you go down, you know where
and there you enter the lair of concupiscence
It there is a large bar, where you put your elbow already as others who did not look so suspicious, they even look like you, stranded there, wreckers of destiny, desire hands full, mouth full of smiles
Then you put your overflow into your big empty
There is a scene and the words scroll Guitars, trumpet-shaped, triangles. See you there girls in rags, magic tricks, children ages which are spread in a moment imperishable
You can drink, eat, to smoke until the end of words you join in the toilet on the wall of the world where you become your own beginning
Then you get drunk absolute
And you poetizes your madness
You cross the path of being and you transcend the simplicity to offer you, and now you go and dance you raise your glass to kiss the sweet freedom that offers you your uniqueness
You know how fragile
You know how fragile
You know your weakness
Take the beauty and fuck it with tenderness and bestiality
You're at the local Archie.
UNTITLED
ARTEMIDE
I wrote last night to tonight
To tell you that tonight is not any
Tonight where words pass
In Take out, swept the
the moment that whoever believes in
I wrote yesterday evening after all other
With hopes for a mistress and nightmares of joy
I wrote last night we felt there already
At the bottom of this hole public
At a private world of space
Where is now under the earth it is clear
Sub the earth that we can feel the sky
I wrote last night of my hand to cry tonight
Where we are maybe three or four or a hundred memories
air of nothing, filled with air blow on the river
For he returns to where it comes
And with him the sea covers the future of the new world
And leaves float what came in the name of what has
To finally share the future of the new world
I wrote last night
no other history than that which binds me to yesterday and tomorrow
To tell you that tonight we are welcome here!
TO MR MAYOR
SEBASTIAN BOULANGER-GAGNON
February 23, 2008
To Whom It May
The SPVM Mr. Tremblay, OK let me explain, I will begin by the end because we imposed it at first. From a gale in the front door glass, a taste back, shot in the back, swallowed a mouthful of across as a lack of tact between breaths, a smell of alcohol illegal in the nostrils to lookout for what would not suit them, their bizness sir. So here: the cops made us shit, I said now let me explain. We were forcibly returned to dinner 15 police officers including 4 Agent disorder ... 15 pieces per decision is not theirs, spies and 4, 19 and later a majority of whom you would describe bounded on the pavement too small for this specific percentage of police officers directing traffic as well. Do we need crossing guards Mayor? We sail through your terminal sir. We do not drumsticks on their feet here, we stop ourselves, but just when enough is enough and that we no longer thirsty. That's enough Mr. Mayor, in fact, pack a little, they can hear me I speak for people who are above you - Does it crushes Mr. Mayor, the Borough?? no, not us, I know, not us ... the "we" in my sentence excludes the person who speaks in the language the argentourage. Mr. in English: Dear Mister Mayor The weekends exclude the Person who's speaking words - You Do not Want That Oh I'm sure. Just loud enough that they can hear me over your shoulder ... Mr. Mayor Mr. Mayor this is not me speaking, no, not just me, it's us who will sign at the bottom ... we don ' would not even need Excellency, Mr. President, Mr. Decider, Your Honour, counsel for the offense, section 8.4.2.B here because we've already talked about, grew up, graduated, moved, shared, communicated, lived , replied with our words two-way, one and ours.
So Mr. Guy-equal-to us, we have created participatory action not too thoughtful either monosyllabic - but just enough of the future architects to create, rethink - you hear that speech several times same time if you speak several languages, I'm sure, at least as many languages that have resonated here. Will you guide us without us having the luxury of buying a lawyer crazy enough to defend what you call the men in blue vegetable market when they leave their pride and back down the stairs, laughing and singing hippies Give Peace a Chance by mockery?
Would you have the decency to close their eyes on a possible mistake? And without justice rework conservatively reconsider a common place where we wanted to invite you if that would have been too popular, have to see undercover cops pay for a beer and then we catch him in the bag ?
Clearly Gentlemen influencing policy makers in 1001 when too many of them do not condone that kind of thing when they are in a cellar of wine pot without the secrets do not break stone ... While we do our tax returns, we subsistons without subsidy, and I - it's the same thing - we ask nothing, I know the cost of four walls and a ceiling that's all we want, Mr. Sir, because the soil we tread all, it already exists for all of us, including you, sir. We all tread.
Too many places are not ours, we DEMAND that another possible. Have seen, voted, participated in, committed performances that become a spectacle for eyes eager empty splashed between the daily fun.
have created here by our presence, our alertness, our desire, our desire to speak for not saying anything and have found what we create, every evening for a mile-a endienne I remember I remember one on a piece of wood that was before us that a tree on land not even cleared.
A liquor license, sir? If it is then a permit will be entertainment, a dance permit, a permit to speak, a license to buy a permit to enter a permit for the toilets, permit for sprinklers, a permit for the food, a reunion permit, a permit to live. A permit to leave? NO WE DO NOT WANT YOUR LICENSE. We are not a competitor to your bars in the city. These bars where the music is so strong that we must pretend to understand what we are saying not to repeat ourselves continuously. Here many people talk to several people and one at a time. And what is created, read, tried, thrown into the air is good for something, the night of his unveiling as later.
This place independently, if one day is forced to be left on base of exponential laws will be so empty after what happened there that will ease a bit about himself. We do not want it, sir. Because this place is not a physical place but a place of thinking, sharing, poetry and sometimes mistakes are and should be tolerable. As we tolerate mediocre texts or chewed. As we leave the chance to tread the stage of a free open mic, sir.
So we would like Archipelliers, founders of Archie and travelers, who signed the letter to navigate the I, you ask ;
1. reconsider the possible closure of the site;
2. give us a site to replace the hammer falls;
And we would also like to remind you without embarrassment ...
... before we exclude the person speaking, WE includes the listener.
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was there a few selected texts to suggest the tone
Send your texts, inspired. Naturally.
editionsarchipelliers@gmail.com
text calling for takeout special poetry Archie is launched.
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