Browsing The Mauve Manuscript

Red and blue dolphin, : On a wall he wrote the words Of a siren's song.

Cochonfucius went to a second-hand bookshop and, for a handful of dibo shells, he bought a copy of the famous Mauve Manuscript, which is said to be the work of some of Maurice Merleau-Ponty's students, and should not be mistaken for the Purple Notebook.

On the fly-leaf :

	Don't read this poem, A Berthelinesque haiku With no conclusion.

must have been added by the drifter.

MMP-1: What child would not marvel at the sweetness of the air in a thunderstorm?

JPS: an anosmic one.

MMP-2: Merleau-Ponty was quite poor, and Sartre was rich. One fine Sunday, Sartre spoke to Merleau-Ponty and to one of his doctoral students. "I bought a new deep fryer, but the old one is still usable. You can take it home."

The student said to Merleau-Ponty: "We must buy some vanilla ice cream."

Sartre said: "I understand. You are going to prepare some fritters, and give some vanilla ice cream to people who do not like fried stuff."

Merleau-Ponty said: "As usual, you pretended to understand. Having a deep fryer, we shall prepare some Pommes Dauphine. To do so, we shall need a helluvalot of pâte à choux. Such being the case, we shall also prepare some profiteroles, hence the vanilla ice cream."

To defend himself, Sartre said: "It is just because I am paradigmatic, and you are syntagmatic, but I take you as you are".

Then Merleau-Ponty concluded: "Here you are again with your bastardly inductions".

The doctoral student was sadly looking at them both.

MMP-3: Merleau-Ponty wanted Sartre to tell him about his first crime of dissoluteness.

Sartre said: I'll sing it to you.

The first time in my life
I did something unwise,

I played some nasty games with a loser's,
                                         can you hear me,

I played some nasty games with a loser's young wife.

In a church full of grace,
All blurry was her face,
As her shoulder was bare, I put my hand,
                                          can you hear me,

As her shoulder was bare, I put my hand in place.

At the hour of high tide,
We rolled from side to side,
By night and day the waves invited us,
                                          can you hear me,

By night and day the waves invited us to ride.

I played a tender game
With a dame of ill fame,
It took a bad ending, I am the first,
                                          can you hear me,

It took a bad ending, I am the first to blame.

This lady full of pride,
With her hair all untied,
I feel a profound guilt for leaving her,
                                         can you hear me,

I feel a profound guilt for leaving her aside.

Merleau-Ponty:
"Gazing into the same blue sky
And dolphins prancing at your feet,
Ocean to you ever so sweet...
No need to know the reason why.

Remembering she was another man's wife,
She quickly went back into normal life.".

MMP-4: Merleau-Ponty sang again. "Earth is blue as an orange, I just ate a clockwork one".

Sartre is looking at him with a pitiful eye. "The profound emptiness of his brain almost makes him appear skillful".

MMP-5: "Researchers, rotten trees, unhealthy, threatening, home of nasty bugs".

Sartre answers: A poor man's Bob Dylan.

Merleau-Ponty defends himself: A nightmare told me so, it does feel so real.

Sartre concludes: Do parrots and keys taste better than carrots and peas? .

MMP-6: Nonsense from the drifter:

	Why are there fifty strings, Where our blossoming years, A nightjar king does sing In Butterfly Gardens.

The drifter explained:

	Such a vast sea of tears, Smoke issues from the jade, You lost your memory, Then as now, time is past.

I agree. Thank you.

MMP-7: A soldier who brings me to the place of my death, wants me to suffer less and teaches me a song.

Sartre: Been reading Kafka too much.

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