Nouveau Riche
I’d rather be a nouveau riche
than some impoverished veteran.
I’m looking for a nouveau niche
that’s hopefully a better ’un
than that which I now occupy,
without resources that the rich
have, whether old or nouveau––I
don’t really think it matters which.
Too long I’ve been a nouveau poor.
It isn’t fun, you don’t get used
to poverty, the only cure
that gives my poverty a boost
is taking out new credit cards
that have a pleasing plastic glow,
ignoring all the crass canards
I hear from those to whom I owe
a fortune. They must know I won’t
repay them––can’t when nouveau poor!
Repayment cannot be my wont
till I have nouveau riche allure
to help me keep up with expenses,
impoverished by nouveau schemes.
Till creditors come to their senses
I can’t fulfill my nouveau dreams,
a man who, though a nouveau poor,
would rather he were nouveau riche,
though unrealistic, to be sure,
more real than those men who eat quiche.
12/27/99,3/30/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Me Voil
Je suis l... Me voil...
Si fragile et si fort tout la fois.
Libre et fier, je viens de nattre
Au sein de la terre de mes anctres.
Un nouveau monde, une nouvelle vie,
Un coeur qui bat au rythme de la prairie.
Un nouveau jour, de nouvelles joies,
Qui n'attendaient que moi.
Me voil...
Oh! Un nouveau monde, une nouvelle vie,
Un coeur qui bat au rythme de la prairie.
Oui ! Un nouveau jour, de nouvelles joies,
Qui n'attendaient que moi.
Me voil...
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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There's a lot to be said for being nouveau riche, and the Reagans mean to say it all.
quote by Gore Vidal
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Thank you for making me nouveau riche.
quote by Jerry Della Femina
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Decouverte
j'ai retrouve en Vous
mon reve
mon amour perdu
je suis nee de nouveau
avec les battements
de vos coeurs
et
je m'en suis transformee
de nouveau
en fleur
en rose
car
j'ai cache dedans mon ame
tant de lettres secretes
et
j'ai atteint
toutes les flammes
de ma jeunesse
lesquelles
avec toute leur chaleur
me blessent
cela ne cesse
ne cessera jamais
car
vos sourires, votre amour
me reviennent
dans le passe
ou j'etais si aimee.
poem by Jagotka Tomovska
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Nouveau Loose of Caboose and Off Track
Unmistakable truths,
Are cropping up like pop tarts...
To munch on like a snack,
These days.
Wisecracking 'misfits',
Are more than welcomed...
To join in with the foray.
Displayed on any corner in view.
It seems as if a major shift in consciousness,
Has upon us arrived.
And people are scambling to identify,
With something tangible that is recognizable.
Like...
Those various versions of normalcy,
And...
The rarely used common sense.
Unmistakable truths,
Are cropping up like pop tarts...
To munch on like a snack,
These days.
Wisecracking 'misfits',
Are more than welcomed...
To join in with the foray.
Displayed on any corner in view.
And the nouveau riche,
Find themselves joining forces with those poor.
Since all are welcomed through these doors...
These days.
And in these times we live.
It seems as if a major shift in consciousness,
Has upon us arrived.
And people are scambling to identify,
With something tangible that is recognizable.
These days.
Like the absence of delicious gossip.
You know...?
The kind that baits magnetic ears,
Closer to listen!
We 'must' christen these days,
And the people crazed in dazed amazement:
Nouveau Loose of Caboose and Off Track!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The End
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
He says he doesnt care
To the girl with the painted hair
And staggers through the angry crowd
Like it isnt there
Feels like a wall of sound
As he crashes down
No one stops to look when he hits the ground
Were the nouveau rich
On a one way trip
Living out on a razors edge
Just to get our kicks
Were gonna take a stand
Till the world is in our hands
And if we win or lose
We dont give a damn
Hollow people living empty lives
Looking vacant in the neon lights
Who needs the truth
When you can live a lie?
Cant stop now, its too late
cos were running blind
Till the end comes like a thunder
And we all fall under
No one gives a damn
Come on now, lets meet the end
He tries to make it home
Head like a block of stone
His eyes are so closed up now
His arm so full of dope
There is nowhere to run
He cries out but no one comes
In the back of some dark alley
He dies alone
Hollow people living empty lives
Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
Feelings here are so cheap these days
They dont mean a thing
No one really cares
Whether we lose or if we win
Yeah -- were the angry youth
Dont wanna be like you
Yeah -- were the nouveau riche
Yeah -- we gotcha in our grip
Theres no escape for you
cos were running blind
Yeah, were the angry youth
Dont wanna be like you
Weve got your bridges crossed
We won -- you lost
Its the end
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.
quote by Salvador Dali
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Those Nouveau Riche
They seem to herald,
Every reason conceived to be narrow.
Those nouveau riche.
Reaching heights as stuck ups,
With bragging and branding rights.
And exaggerated struts,
That appear to have their rears corked up!
They seem to wish to convince,
The ones who are 'have nots'...
And penniless,
Of something they have got.
A snob appeal they can flaunt and drop.
As if making appearances,
To quick sniff the air...
Makes others aware with a staring,
That they are there to show...
Those who are 'hopefully' jealous,
How to impress and get that addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Eternal Waiting Game
Entouré et enterré
La protection des morts
Coffre-fort et sûr
Obscurité
Silence
La terre s'adapte
Grincements de bois
Silence de nouveau
Attente
Éternel
Plus de grincement
Silence de nouveau
Fraîcheur
Croissance de plus frais
La température de terre
Laisser-passer d'heures
Alors jours
Alors mois
Alors saisons
Une goutte
Alors un autre
Eau
La terre s'adapte
Grincements de bois
Plus de gouttes
Humidité
Laisser-passer de saisons
Plus de gouttes
Plus d'ajustage
Laisser-passer d'années
Humidité
Fait d'être moisi
Déchirures de bois
La terre tombe vers l'intérieur
Calamité
Compression
Silence
poem by Jim Davidson
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The show I did in England catered to a broad range of people. I like that. I don't want nouveau cult status, though I know we've got that sort of audience in the states.
quote by Tracey Ullman
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Just A Curious Bystander
Stop it.
Stop trying to get me to smile.
I am familiar with your charity work.
And you should be commended for it.
But a recipient of it I am not.
Not of your donated sacrifice,
You have chosen to capture on film.
Documenting your efforts on fresh territory,
I see.
You do appeasements quite well.
As usual...
I am just a curious bystander,
Wondering how much you seek this week...
As a monetary benefit,
Once you've done what you do so well to sell.
I loved your last effort...
'Those Ghetto Minded Have Now Found Primetime...
Nouveau Riche, Dumbed Down And De-Valued'
I see you have added a few apprentices to your payroll.
Your business is booming,
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've always wondered why there isn't a great French novel about the German occupation. The nouveau roman authors weren't interested in telling that sort of thing.
quote by Manuel Puig
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Le Grind
So u found me
Good, Im glad
This is prince
The cool of cools
Some of u may not know this
But some of u may know
Some of u may not want 2 know
We r here 2 do service
Please dont try 2 stop us
4 we come regardless
4 we r strong as we r intelligent
So come vibe with us
Welcome to the funk bible
The new testament
People get ready, nouveau dance here
All the girls and all the boys,
Get close, have no fear, (have no fear)
Were gonna do le grind yall
Got u where I want u
And girl its going 2 feel so good, (feel so good)
Up and down, up and down, on the beat yall
Like a pony would, pony would
Le grind
All the boys, grab a girl, get down on the floor
This funky beats gonna show u,
Gonna show u what your hips r made 4
Nouveau grind, come on (people)
People its much 2 late,
Its much 2 late 2 be shy
London, what does big ben say?
(time 2 do the grind)
No hear u say (time 2 do the grind)
Le grind
Baby, I gotcha where I wantcha,
Now I gotcha where I wantcha, wantcha
Ce soir, [la chantez], all night long (all night long)
Ce soir, [la chantez], all night long (all night long)
{{ french: tonight, sing it }}
Hey pretty mama, with the long hair
Is that your boyfriend?
Ha, I dont care
Cuz I can do, said I can do
Tricks he can never do
When I get naked, well see the real u
Am I getting thru? (grind)
I gotcha where I wantcha (baby)
Baby, baby
Piano man, put it where it feel good
Grind, grind, grind, grind
Le grind, grind, le grind, grind
This party, this party is gonna last all night
When I give the cue scream, alright?
Party (party)
Party (party)
U say it, party (party)
Clap your hands double time
All the boys say yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
All the girls say oh yeah (oh yeah)
Now all u others say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Too sexy, grind, grind
(not yet bonnie)
Grind, grind, grind, le grind
Grind, grind, le grind, oh ya
People, get ready, nouveau dance here
Girls and boys, get close, have no fear
(grind) doin the grind, doin the grind, in here
(put it where it feels good)
Hey yeah
I do believe that weve... truly touched on something... nouveau
(la la la la la la)
(la la la la la la)
Ooowww, cmon, am I in the right place? (la la la la la la la)
(dont move) (la la la la la la)
Ooh, r u sure baby? r u sure (la la la la la la)
Im in the right place? (la la la la la la la)
(dont move, dont move)
(grind, grind)
Cmon (grind, grind, grind, grind, grind, grind)
Girl put it where it feel good
(grind, grind, grind)
Not there, not there (grind, grind, grind, grind)
Put it where it feels good (grind, grind, grind, grind)
Slow down (grind)
Slammin
Le grind
Up and down, up and down, feels so good
Up and down, up and down, like a pony would
Up and down, up and down, feels so good
Up and down, up and down,
Like a pony would (like a pony would)
Like a pony would (like a pony would)
Like a pony would
Le grind
Uh, slammin
Grind, grind (serve it up, frankie)
Slammin
Put it where it feel good
Grind
People (get ready, people, noveau dance here)
(people, get ready, doin the grind)
(up in here, up in here)
People, get ready (grind, grind)
((frankie, how do u know...))
Le grind, grind
Grind
song performed by by Prince
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Haute Couture
The newest craze in the World
The very latest in High Fashion
Has been introduced by New Designers
Who go by the names of: Forgiving
And Compassion
Brought before the eyes of the Nouveau Riche
And all the style Fashionista's
The stir is catching on
Across all past opined vista's
This is but the latest trend
Compassion and his friend Forgiving
They are giving Donatella Versace a run
For her money
As many lean towards this new way of living
So watch out Dolce and Gabanna and
Giorgio Armani
Rumor has it it Victoria Beckham and
Katie Holmes
Now embrace the Two
I am sure that it won't be long 'til
They will be your designers too
Dedicated to: My Family
poem by Theodora Onken
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Travelogue #1-Western Siberian Wedding
Western Siberia,
Soviet Union dissolved,
Western capital welcome
oil projects abundant.
Old oil town, five story shelters, sandy streets.
One restaurant, good for all.
Reservations for Saturday
wedding underway, music playing, laughter.
We look at them, they look at us
could have been Wisconsin.
Dollars and rose to head table
two bottles of champaigne in return
we are part of the wedding party
we danced with the bride.
Leaving, father of the bride shook hands.
'Would you like a video of this evening?
One hundred fifty dollars.'
Nouveau riche, big bear alert, watch your shirt.
poem by Jim Norausky
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Le Vœu
N’avez-vous pas tenu en vos mains souveraines
La souplesse de l’eau et la force du vent ?
Le nombreux univers en vous fut plus vivant
Qu’en ses fleuves, ses flots, ses fleurs et ses fontaines.
C’est vrai. Ma bouche a bu aux sources souterraines ;
La sève s’est mêlée à la fleur de mon sang
Et, d’un cours régulier, naturel et puissant,
Toute l’âme terrestre a coulé dans mes veines.
Aussi, riche et joyeux du fruit de ma moisson
Et du quadruple soir de mes quatre saisons,
Je te donne ma cendre, ô terre maternelle,
Pour renaître plus vif, plus vaste et plus vivant
Et vivre de nouveau la Vie universelle,
Dans la fuite de l’Eau et la force du Vent.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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Let's Set This Record Straight
Let's set this record straight!
Your foundations...
Structured with tainted funds!
And on the backs of those you allowed to suffer...
In the midst of your deceit and thirst for greed,
Has never attracted me.
That is why I have kept my appearances limited.
And as far away as possible!
I am not after a position as your doorman.
To clown or jester with your nouveau riche friends.
Some recently recovering from negrophobia!
Others who believe you have prestige,
To bestow upon them?
Is fine!
That just ain't me!
I do not object to anyone's ignorance.
Whether temporarily applied or not!
Nor do I needlessly need to stand in line,
To receive that kind of acknowledgement!
Especially from a known oppressor of my attempts,
To live my life without approved limitations!
Nor smiling like I am the master's boot shiner,
Do you get from me.
I have too long addressed my own identity...
With little assistance,
And regretful heckling from my own kin.
Also absent of consciousness.
This is reality!
Not an ex-slave speaking from the grave!
Or an ancestor spirited,
From under some suburban subdivision!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Food glorious food for Friend Thad
The hunger pangs I feel are real.
My stomachs growling to be fed,
This is no quiet mute appeal
refuses to be quieted.
Nouveau cuisine just will not do
no pretty pictures on a plate
I really need something to chew
some prime beef steak to masticate.
My stomach clearly understands
exactly what it wants and needs
Expects me to obey its commands
and as always it succeeds.
A T bone steak with some French fries
My stomach usually satisfies.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Social Bankruptcy
As a result of their convictions,
With a desire to obtain a social status.
One they grabbed at when that opportunity arrived!
Some have earned those sought titles.
To have lives prioritized with a guarantee...
They have what it takes.
And have 'made it' in 'this' society!
But...
What is it have they really achieved?
Sacrificing their skills and knowledge,
To improve humanity?
I'm sure 'somewhere' under the barrage of bad news,
Those images are highlighted,
To provide moralistic inspiration viewed and as seen.
What is it have they really achieved?
Honestly...
Let's share!
An ability to say,
They have a good credit rating...
That promises to stay that way?
To keep their nouveau riche noses,
Stuck high in polluted air?
What is it have they really achieved?
A reflection of a greed,
That suppresses those in need.
And choosing to bask in attitudes,
As superficial representatives...
Doing what those with a false sense of self do?
And...
What they have accomplished does succeeds.
From their point of view.
Although,
What is reflected...
Is their connection,
To a widespread and unprecedented failure...
Unconsciously digested.
What is it have they really accomplished?
When so many with degrees have been qualified...
To do,
What?
Prove a gluttony that leaves all to bleed?
What is it have they really accomplished?
A greater sense of ignorance that sits on the edge,
Of a once caring humanity that has become magnetizied...
To social bankruptcy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyday I Die
The problems of need
I need you
Obscene dreams in
Rusty beds
No one came here
Tonight
I pulled on me
I need to
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die
Her favorite trick
Was to suck me inside
Oh so very
Art nouveau
Completely false
Feelings of love I dont
No one knows, but that died
Years ago
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die
song performed by by Gary Numan
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