For Johnny by John Pudney

Do not despair
For Johnny-head-in-air;
He sleeps as sound
As Johnny underground.
Fetch out no shroud
For Johnny-in-the-cloud;
And keep your tears
For him in after years.

Better by far
For Johnny-the-bright-star,
To keep your head,
And see his children fed.

Baudelaire

"In this regards, my friend, you're like the public, to whom one should never offer a delicate perfume. It exasperates them. Give them only carefully selected garbage."

just to help me learn French...

sans une maison

aujourd'hui nous sommes sans une maison. tous nos meubles a été enlevé

yesterday was a gourmet day

Yesterday spent packing!
Yesterday lunch was sausage and chips from the Grosvenor fish bar
Yesterday dinner was cheeseburger, chips and Milkshake from MacDonalds
Yesterday was bed by half nine

Moving out on Thursday. Completing on Friday 22nd May!

The Hippopotamus

The hippopotamus is held sacred in the district of Papremis, but not elsewhere. The animal has four legs, cloven hoofs like an ox, a snub nose, a horse's mane and tail, conspicuous tusks, a voice like a horses neigh, and is about the size of a very large ox. Its hide is so thick and tough that when dried it can be made into spear-shafts.

Herodotus - Book 2, 71

Sounds more like Milligan's 'hipporhinostricow'!

A Dentist terribly punished - Léon Bloy

The person addressed by the printer was absolutely unexceptional, as insignificant and vacant as it is possible to be, one of those men that seem to exist in the plural, so utterly do they belong to the collective and the indivisible. His face, turned out by the shovelful, belonged to that numberless category, that no breeding can ever refine, and about whom everything is false, even the grossness...

A Dentist terribly punished - Léon Bloy

Baudelaire - Bien Loin d'Ici (Les Fleurs du Mal)

C'est ici la case sacrée
Où cette fille très parée,
Tranquille et toujours préparée,

D'une main éventant ses seins,
Et son coude dans les coussins,
Écoute pleurer les bassins;

C'est la chambre de Dorothée.
— La brise et l'eau chantent au loin
Leur chanson de sanglots heurtée
Pour bercer cette enfant gâtée.

Du haut en bas, avec grand soin.
Sa peau délicate est frottée
D'huile odorante et de benjoin.
— Des fleurs se pâment dans un coin.

- Charles Baudelaire

According to my interpretation of footnotes, this is about a prostitute Baudelaire met in Bourbon during Sept-Nov 1841; a girl of 24 years, 'always ready to receive a man that presented himself at her room'.