Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?' Worries…
““Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?' Worries Forget your worries All the stations full of cracks tilted along the way The telegraph wires they hang from The grimacing poles that gesticulate and strangle them The world stretches lengthens and folds in like an accordion tormented by a sadistic hand In the cracks of the sky the locomotives in anger Flee And in the holes, The whirling wheels the mouths the voices And the dogs of misfortune that bark at our heels The demons are unleashed Iron rails Everything is off-key The broun-roun-roun of the wheels Shocks Bounces We are a storm under a deaf man's skull... 'Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?' Hell yes, you're getting on my nerves you know very well we're far away Overheated madness bellows in the locomotive Plague, cholera rise up like burning embers on our way We disappear in the war sucked into a tunnel Hunger, the whore, clings to the stampeding clouds And drops battle dung in piles of stinking corpses Do like her, do your job 'Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A chaotic, vivid travel through a nightmarish train journey, mixing dread, disease, and existential dread with surreal imagery.
In simple terms: A frantic train ride full of fear and darkness.
Key Takeaway
Embrace resilience amid turmoil.
Themes
travel
chaos
surrealism
war
disease
Mood
anxious
intense
dark
Type
poetic
descriptive
When to use this quote
- commuting
- war zones
- pandemic response
- mental health crises
Key Concepts
existential dread
urban decay
psychological turmoil
Questions to Reflect On
- How do you find calm when surroundings feel hostile?
- What anchors you in chaotic environments?
A Different Perspective
The poetic style may obscure practical lessons for real‑world coping.