L'artisanat furieux
La roulotte rouge au bord du clou-
Et cadavre dans le panier
Et chevaux de labours dans le fer à cheval
Je rêve la tête sur la pointe de mon couteau le Pérou.
Now before you get all crazy - there is a musical work by Pierre Boulez called "The Hammer Without a Master" on a poem by Rene Char. It is surreal and way over my head try as I might.
A short while back, a fellow, young, just a kid really, dropped his book bag in a hallway, near his locker, in a school in LA. In it was a handgun that "went off" and discharged a bullet hitting two students nearby. The kid said he was sorry as he ducked into a classroom. The kid didn't seem to have touched the gun. It fired "on its own" - obviously or probably by the force of the drop and impact. A gun without a person. A hammer without a master.
Next time someone tells you that gun control is unreasonable and that guns don't kill people, people kill people, just read him the poem. He'll 'duck into a classroom too' as all this will go pop-zoom-biff over his head but at least you won't have to listen to one more dumb ass rationalization for this silliness.
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