Monday, August 18, 2008

Pulp Poem of the Week



Brandy, he thought.
Actually, it was
carbolic acid.
Thus Philibert Faroux,
of Noroy, Oise,
outlived his spree by
a mere two hours.

Félix Fénéon
Novels in Three Lines
1906
(translated by Luc Sante)

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