Showing posts with label Félix Fénéon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Félix Fénéon. Show all posts

Monday, December 24, 2012

Pulp Poem of the Week



Mme Ernestine Gapol,
49,
dwelling in Vanves,
on Avenue Gambetta,
committed suicide:
two bullets in the head.

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

Monday, September 26, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



Lit by her son,
5,
a signal flare burst
under the skirts of
Mme Roger, of Clichy;
damages were
considerable.
Félix Fénéon
Novels in Three Lines
1906
(translated by Luc Sante)

Monday, January 4, 2010

Pulp Poem of the Week



In Clichy,
an elegant young man
threw himself
under a coach
with rubber wheels,
then, unscathed,
under a truck,
which pulverized him.

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

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)