Androgynous Dali (female)
The world was a paradise destined to be mystified
by man.
That was the nature of things
In the beginning was the verb
and hardly anything else.
This was already the miracle that
something could come from nothing.
Reciter
An angel addresses Dali
The Angel
The Giraffes! The Giraffes!
You've got to accept them, Oh, Divine Dali!
You painted them
with immeasurable necks!
with flaming necks!
in flames!
in flames!
they hid fire
in the drawers of their bodies.
Dali
Because in the anus of each giraffe
- don't forget Dali is slightly prudent and Phoenician -
he took the precaution of introducing a stick of dynamite.
And that is why the Marx Brothers were so delighted
when I told them:
Look at that flock of giraffes
heading down New York's Fifth Avenue;
and suddenly it begins: boom, boom, boom, explosions
of exploding giraffes
which already bore the premonotory sign
of having their long necks on fire.
The Angel
Dali! Do you like seeing giraffes on fire?
Androgynous Dali (male)
No, no, no, no, no!
The giraffe is a disastrous product of the imagination!
They have to be blown up by the flock!
and leave behind a nice place for
the sole
that impeccably white soul
so flat
and very hairy
like a frozen footprint
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