The Quiet Revolt

Fuck mobile phones.

Fuck the millennium.
Fuck the new generation.
Fuck my life.
Fuck the people puking in the train.
Fuck the people who are always late.
Fuck work.
Fuck this world.
Fuck work again.
Fuck the telly.
Fuck the fridge.
Fuck our compulsion to eat.
Fuck bio food.
Fuck fast food.
Fuck the people who spit.
Fuck sluts.
Fuck Romanticism.
Fuck the computer.
Fuck toothpaste.
Fuck Mars.
Fuck egocentric people.
Fuck war for not destroying us.
Fuck the seas for not swallowing us.
Fuck speed.
Fuck light bulbs.
Fuck fluorescent lights.
Fuck my office without any fucking window.
Fuck selfish people.
Fuck narrow-minded people.
Fuck my guts.
Fuck the eye of the beholder.
Fuck the Internet.
Fuck automatic correction.
Fuck hypercorrection.
Fuck highways.
Fuck chewing-gums.
Fuck tears.
Fuck blindness.
Fuck poverty.
Fuck extradition.
Fuck the gallows.
Fuck the very rope.
Fuck Judas for not showing the way.
Fuck the snot on my fingers.
Fuck the people who can type without looking at their fingers.
Fuck cuticles.
Fuck chains.
Fuck amputation.
Fuck noise.

© Copyright Rodolphe Blet 2003

Fuck dance music.
Fuck fist-fucking.
Fuck gerontophilia.
Fuck apotemnophilia.
Fuck acrotomophilia.
Fuck the beautiful flowers that smell nothing.
Fuck the ugly flowers that sweeten my rented flat.
Fuck this flat.
Fuck cargoes.
Fuck petrol.
Fuck car oil.
Fuck traffic jam.
Fuck the dire necessities of these.
Fuck responsibilities.
Fuck cancer.
Fuck breast cancer.
Fuck ball cancer.
Fuck tumors.
Fuck infection.
Fuck the flu.
Fuck this aseptic world.
Fuck greedy landlords.
Fuck it.
Fuck depression.
Fuck highbrow people.
Fuck me.
Fuck what I am.
Fuck what I think I am.
Fuck overpopulation
Fuck 10-digit figures.
Fuck economic growth.
Fuck merriment.
Fuck pus.
Fuck moving.
Fuck sea resorts.
Fuck ski resorts.
Fuck K2 for being so high when you're just a man.
Fuck the pavement for being so high when you're drunk.
Fuck the sea for being so far.
Fuck cities.
Fuck megalopolis.
Fuck pollution.
Fuck fake intellectuals.
Fuck politic.
Fuck referendums.
Fuck homoeroticism.
Fuck hubris.
Fuck the future.
Fuck my trainers.
Fuck my towel.

© Copyright Rodolphe Blet 2003

Fuck toilet paper.
Fuck forgotten password.
Fuck remembered password.
Fuck the conference to which I can’t go.
Fuck the people I can’t meet.
Fuck injustice.
Fuck the system.
Fuck strikes.
Fuck post network revenue share.
Fuck payment.
Fuck space bar.
Fuck shortcuts.
Fuck any kind of shortcut.
Fuck pop.
Fuck rhymes when they don’t come.
Fuck bad days for being so numerous.
Fuck pity.
Fuck presumption of innocence.
Fuck knackers.
Fuck wigs.
Fuck facial reconstruction.
Fuck death for being so quick.
Fuck reports.
Fuck work, yet again.
Fuck rainy funerals.
Fuck sunny funerals.
Fuck nail polish.
Fuck mascara.
Fuck bright pink lipstick.
Fuck this society of consumers.
Fuck blood.
Fuck microbes for being invisible.
Fuck stupidity.
Fuck nervous breakdown.
Fuck extra space between words.
Fuck stink.
Fuck coffee between colleagues.
Fuck tea bags.
Fuck putrefaction.
Fuck filth.
Fuck bad language.
Fuck the necessity of it.
Fuck fuck.
Fuck the best years that are gone.
Fuck the people who know how to skim a stone.
Fuck wrath.
Fuck the people who are perfection ad absurdum.
Fuck Latin cleverness.
Fuck Greek’s innumerable possibilities of encompassing the world.
Fuck difference.

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Fuck races.
Fuck social layers.
Fuck anarchy.
Fuck Jacques’ master.
Fuck the novel characters I hate.
Fuck murder.
Fuck rape.
Fuck insanity.
Fuck the dreams for baiting us.
Fuck the dreams for frightening us at the dead of night.
Fuck unkempt graveyards.
Fuck car crash.
Fuck conformism.
Fuck the people who say er…er…er… all the time.
Fuck the books I won’t have time to read.
Fuck popular fiction.
Fuck the tube that’s always late, whatever they say.
Fuck the possibility of impossibility.
Fuck vice-versa.
Fuck aporia.
Fuck the stream of consciousness for betraying us.
Fuck the stream of consciousness for betraying me.
Fuck drugs.
Fuck poison.
Fuck wicked people.
Fuck really nasty people.
Fuck fake friends.
Fuck fakers.
Fuck fabulists.
Fuck world-dimensions.
Fuck quantum physics.
Fuck gravity.
Fuck hurts.
Fuck having to answer the phone.
Fuck the telephone.
Fuck parking lots.
Fuck absence.
Fuck my enemies who don’t have the courage to act as such.
Fuck the nights without sleep.
Fuck the nights without rest.
Fuck the things I won’t have time to do.
Fuck the things I hate and I have time to do.
Fuck the things I like I won’t have time to do.
Fuck the things I won’t be able to do.
Fuck the things I hate I’m able to do.
Fuck the things I like I won’t be able to do.
Fuck the things I didn’t have time to say.
Fuck the things I won’t have time to say.
Fuck hate.
Fuck meetings.

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Fuck pheromones.
Fuck my neighbour.
Fuck the people in a hurry.
Fuck the things I’ll never become.
Fuck hard luck.
Fuck pressure.
Fuck smoke.
Fuck spinach.
Fuck the cobweb in my head.
Fuck the cobweb on the chandelier in my dusty flat.
Fuck this flat.
Fuck locked doors.
Fuck safes.
Fuck ugly, trampled flowers.
Fuck beautiful, trampled flowers.
Fuck urophilia.
Fuck scatophilia.
Fuck the Oedipus complex.
Fuck check and mate.
Fuck those who always succeed on the first try.
Fuck those who always come first in everything.
Fuck anti-Semitism.
Fuck rather twice than once.
Fuck inverted commas.
Fuck misunderstanding.
Fuck the people who cling on to the ceiling handle when I’m driving.
Fuck the people who stomp on imaginary breaks when I’m driving.
Fuck angry people.
Fuck irascible people.
Fuck dishwashers.
Fuck cars.
Fuck tumble-dryers.
Fuck regulations.
Fuck the willing suspension of disbelief in everyday life.
Fuck martyrs.
Fuck flat ends.
Fuck schmaltz.
Fuck littering.
Fuck starvation.
Fuck the pigeons.
Fuck our sins, prima mota of the world.
Fuck interests.
Fuck soap operas.
Fuck reality TV.
Fuck mass media.
Fuck our false feeling of freedom.
Fuck printers.
Fuck scanners.
Fuck x-rays.
Fuck Hollywood.

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Fuck telescopic three-in-one IKEA furniture.
Fuck forest destruction.
Fuck apply within with a CV.
Fuck third-person singular narrator poems.
Fuck me for saying this.
Fuck impatience.
Fuck me for not knowing the difference between this and that.
Fuck the bastards who don’t know they’ve just run down an animal.
Fuck those who beat their children.
Fuck the childless people who beat their pets.
Fuck those who buy pets only for this purpose.
Fuck violence.
Fuck ruthlessness.
Fuck psychopaths.
Fuck chemical fertilizers.
Fuck fame.
Fuck glory.
Fuck tabloids.
Fuck magazines.
Fuck the thirst for gory pictures.
Fuck the fountains full of coins.
Fuck loud-mouthed people.
Fuck quick-tempered people.
Fuck bad-tempered people.
Fuck moody people.
Fuck braggarts.
Fuck meaningless celebration days.
Fuck meaninglessness.
Fuck those who kill a fly.
Fuck those who kill a spider.
Fuck those who kill an ant.
Fuck those who carve their meaningless names in the bark of trees.
Fuck those who write fuck on walls and all as if it were the only word they knew.
Fuck those who have no opinion.
Fuck those who never say I don’t know.
Fuck those who never finish what they’ve started to say.
Fuck those who never finish what they’ve started to do.
Fuck those who never say goodbye.
Fuck those who never say hello.
Fuck impoliteness.
Fuck disrespect.
Fuck disrespect towards your elders.
Fuck spelling mistakes.
Fuck those who live with blinkers.
Fuck those who walk with blinkers.
Fuck those who want to find order in everything.
Fuck those who want to find a reason to everything.
Fuck those who are more stupid than they look.
Fuck those who forgot the poets.
Fuck those who don’t finish their plate.

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Fuck those who bin food.
Fuck those who have plenty and feel pity for the poor.
Fuck those who bin food and feel pity for the poor.
Fuck false pity.
Fuck those who don’t know themselves.
Fuck intolerance.
Fuck those who transgress other peoples’ freedom.
Fuck those who are persuaded to know what’s good for the others.
Fuck those who don’t like me.
Fuck me because I’m not making any effort.
Fuck spit.
Fuck shit.
Fuck after-weekend pukes.
Fuck fag ends.
Fuck the cantankerous.
Fuck the never-satisfied.
Fuck the days without mail.
Fuck the emotionless.
Fuck those who have a fantastic life.
Fuck those who are never smiling.
Fuck those who never knew sadness.
Fuck those who will never know sadness.
Fuck whale killers.
Fuck dolphin killers.
Fuck the people who hurt the others without knowing it.
Fuck those who consciously hurt the others.
Fuck comparison.
Fuck those who are too egocentric or too stupid (to whom this poem is dedicated).
Fuck urns.
Fuck yellow laughs.
Fuck red lights.
Fuck control.
Fuck those who fold the corner of the pages in their books.
Fuck those who betray out of fear.
Fuck those who betray for money.
Fuck those who betray their friends out of revenge.
Fuck those who don’t hold their promise.
Fuck them again.
Fuck them once more.
Fuck them forever.
Fuck sickness.
Fuck exaggeration.
Fuck those who watch the others die.
Fuck those who want to know what you’re laughing about.
Fuck laziness.
Fuck baked beans.
Fuck fuse.
Fuck having to shave.
Fuck fading colours.
Fuck dying colours.

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Fuck condescension.
Fuck the tonsils.
Fuck wisdom teeth.
Fuck hesitation.
Fuck dead light bulbs.
Fuck having to say the same things twice.
Fuck isthmus.
Fuck the quickest way to go between two points.
Fuck hail in summer.
Fuck the sun in winter.
Fuck rotten apple tarts.
Fuck tarts.
Fuck heartless people.
Fuck schadenfreude.
Fuck those who break silences.
Fuck leniency sometimes.
Fuck indulgence sometimes.
Fuck forgiveness sometimes.
Fuck the satellites.
Fuck monosaturated fats.
Fuck polysaturated fats.
Fuck those who follow like sheep.
Fuck those who lead the sheep.
Fuck microwaves.
Fuck microwavable piping-hot one-serving ready-in-only-5 minutes-at-full-power food.
Fuck nails.
Fuck teeth.
Fuck toothbrushes.
Fuck decay.
Fuck hair loss.
Fuck dandruffs.
Fuck those who make fun of my socks.
Fuck make-up.
Fuck allergies.
Fuck those who play their darn music so loud in the tube.
Fuck those who stink sweat at 8 in the morning.
Fuck the racket of Saturday streets.
Fuck the racket of airports.
Fuck the racket of trains.
Fuck the racket of highways.
Fuck having different reasons to hate one single thing.
Fuck gossips.
Fuck halitosis.
Fuck false indignation.
Fuck false contempt.
Fuck narrow-minded stuck-to-their-own-conception academics.
Fuck rage and its necessity.
Fuck excess.
Fuck loneliness of mind.
Fuck being cold and damp.

© Copyright Rodolphe Blet 2003

Fuck the models for everything and everybody.
Fuck those who don’t wash their hands after pissing.
Fuck the hole in the ozone layer.
Fuck the loggers for destroying forest after forest.
Fuck this pack is made from recycled paper if it’s not true.
Fuck the paper used to make this carton comes from well-managed Nordic forests if it’s not true.
Fuck shopping lists.
Fuck accounts.
Fuck schizophrenia.
Fuck Parkinson.
Fuck massive slaughters all around the world.
Fuck snores.
Fuck horns.
Fuck the bags of crisps on the seashore.
Fuck the millennium spike in Dublin.
Fuck routine.
Fuck those who never opened a dictionary and think they’re better off without.
Fuck the girls pregnant at fourteen.
Fuck those who slander prostitutes.
Fuck self-sufficient deejays.
Fuck osteoporosis.
Fuck Munchausen.
Fuck it again.
Fuck no more than 20% of water added! ham.
Fuck 40-Watt light bulbs.
Fuck diarrhoea.
Fuck logorrhoea.
Fuck the fear of death.
Fuck fungi.
Fuck AIDS.
Fuck condomless one-night-stand shagging.
Fuck syringes.
Fuck slums.
Fuck ghettos.
Fuck the idea of races.
Fuck exclusion.
Fuck massacres.
Fuck the extinction of species because of man.
Fuck the dodo’s death.
Fuck the last-but-one dodo’s death.
Fuck the antepenultimate dodo’s death.
Fuck TV series.
Fuck concave mirrors.
Fuck convex mirrors.
Fuck those who have long, dirty nails.
Fuck bad translations.
Fuck those who call at 8 on Sunday morning.
Fuck those who call at 4 in the morning just for the hell of it.
Fuck those who show their gums when they smile.
Fuck stubbornness of mind.

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Fuck stubbornness of principles.
Fuck those who never make any effort.
Fuck those who always make concessions.
Fuck dictatorship.
Fuck urbanisation.
Fuck cryonics.
Fuck smokers.
Fuck smokestained yellow fingers and teeth.
Fuck superstition.
Fuck all year round touristridden cities.
Fuck plastic bags.
Fuck the search for omniscience.
Fuck money.
Fuck its growing necessity.
Fuck its excesses.
Fuck stains.
Fuck dissension.
Fuck lapsus linguæ
Fuck lapsus calami.
Fuck the truth and its horror.
Fuck the nazis’ use of the swastika symbol.
Fuck hate again.
Fuck torture.
Fuck the gas chambers.
Fuck the horrible things we don’t know about and are still kept secret.
Fuck those who interrupt you all the time.
Fuck serial killers.
Fuck those who read the end of a book first.
Fuck being hard-up.
Fuck having a hard-on when it’s of no use.
Fuck being embarrassed.
Fuck going to bed hungry.
Fuck waking up in a sweat.
Fuck the doorbell.
Fuck the flu again.
Fuck the viruses.
Fuck Ebola.
Fuck an apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Fuck abstruse and abscond.
Fuck commaplagued sentences.
Fuck semicolonplagued sentences.
Fuck those who don’t know what they want.
Fuck me then sometimes.
Fuck conquistadors.
Fuck those who complain all the time.
Fuck regrets.
Fuck injustice again.
Fuck utopia.
Fuck existence for keeping its secrets.
Fuck the rent.

© Copyright Rodolphe Blet 2003

Fuck the flat.
Fuck the dust on my walking sticks and boots.
Fuck subliminal advertisement.
Fuck those who capitulate too early.
Fuck those who never fight.
Fuck suicide for being the only way out sometimes.
Fuck fanaticism.
Fuck errare humanum est.
Fuck homo homini lupus.
Fuck these for being too true.
Fuck bank drafts.
Fuck man’s quickness hardiness strife to fuck up his brother’s work.
Fuck anorexia.
Fuck bulimia.
Fuck insomnia.
Fuck progeria.
Fuck potholes.
Fuck chronic illnesses.
Fuck irreversible brain lesions leading to paralysis.
Fuck the day when everything will never be the same again.
Fuck diagnoses.
Fuck tears again.
Fuck internal haemorrhage.
Fuck sufferings.
Fuck Chernobyl and its atrocities.
Fuck Hiroshima.
Fuck Nagasaki.
Fuck bombs.
Fuck guns.
Fuck guns in the hands of children.
Fuck children-soldiers.
Fuck human bombs.
Fuck anti-personal mines.
Fuck euthanasia and its necessity.
Fuck necessity again.
Fuck people’s false impression of marginalism.
Fuck me for having a quiet revolt when the world is up and standing.

© Copyright Rodolphe Blet 2003