Today, Easter day of the Holy Year,
Here, under the emblem of Notre-Dame of Paris,
I accuse the universal Catholic Church of the lethal diversion of our
living strength toward an empty heaven,
I accuse the Catholic Church of swindling,
I accuse the Catholic Church of infecting the world with its funereal
morality,
Of being the running sore on the decomposed body of the West.
Verily I say unto you: God is dead,
We vomit the agonizing insipidity of your prayers,
For your prayers have been the greasy smoke over the battlefields of our
Europe.
Go forth then into the tragic and exalting desert of a world where God
is dead,
And till this earth anew with your bare hands,
With your PROUD hands,
With your unpraying hands.
Today Easter day of the Holy Year,
Here under the emblem of Notre-Dame of Paris,
We proclaim the death of the Christ-god, so that Man may live at last.
Proclamation read from the pulpit of Notre-Dame Cathedral by Lettrist Michel Mourre, while dressed as a Dominican monk, during mass on Easter Sunday 1950.
For some reason I was reminded of this today.
Sunday 11 March 2012
Le Scandale de Notre-Dame: Encore Une Fois!
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Good Lord
ReplyDeletePhew!
I thought for one mad moment that young master fagburn had become all talented and poetic. Thank the gods that ain't true!