Picspam as promised a billion years ago

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Salut!

Today's a short picspam, but I think you'll find it interesting. More's on the way as soon as I find the time to scan and edit. Two big pics, the rest are linked.

Random questions: Does anyone know of any articles/books, preferably in English, about castration anxiety during the French Revolution? Any books/online resources, in French or English, dealing extensively with anti-Robespierre propaganda both before and after Thermidor?

Fragment of a letter from Saint-Just to Desmoulins.


Address on a letter from LeBas to his wife.


A page from Robespierre's private notebook. Two pages, actually.


Floor plan of the Duplay house (ground floor aka the 1st floor).


Floor plan of the Duplay house (1st floor aka the 2nd floor)


A really cool phrygian cap motif.

Thermidorian caricature against the two Robespierres and Saint-Just. (I don't quite know how to translate C'est ainsi qu'on punit les traitres. What does ainsi que mean?) Hot damn, S-J and Bonbon look super pissed and super angry while Robesy looks remarkably calm and Harry Potter-like.

Robespierre wounded. Salon de Paris 1912. Postcard in my collection.

...And to keep with the OMSB! theme, let's rewind to past picspams O, the nostalgia!: make sure you celebrate the biggest party of '94 with stylish accessories while looking awesome and pointing up at the sky. Notice the flowers in his other hand.

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[maelicia.livejournal.com]

This beautiful concept is from Organt.

Summary:

Saint-Just explains how (in rhymes) the doctors (of the Church -- he doesn't specify, but it'd be logical) when they die, their souls morph into donkeys. They bray in Latin and fly. Antoine Organt -- obviously Saint-Just's Gary Stu -- meets one of those, and randomly and crazily decides to jump on the back of the flying donkey and to fly away with it.

Et tout à coup la fenêtre s'ouvrit ;
Du haut des Cieux, un âne descendit.
Mes chroniqueurs étaient gens bien profanes
D'aller nicher en paradis des ânes
Voici comment certains commentateurs
Ont expliqué cet indévot passage :
"Apparemment quand l'âme des docteurs
A dépouillé les terrestres honneurs,
Pour s'envoler au céleste héritage,
L'âne paraît, et reste à découvert."

However, Saint-Just's Organt's guardian angel doesn't like this and tells Organt to stop. Organt tells the angel to go fuck himself elsewhere, and that he wants to be damned and to be roasted in hell with famous people and the beauties of the world -- he even tries to stab the angel with a knife, and succeeds at chopping off the angel's ear and a part of his halo.

ANGE GUARDIEN: "Ô mon cher pupille,
En bonne foi, perdez-vous la raison ?"

ORGANT: "Je veux pécher, moi, rien ne m'en empêche ;
Et que vous fait, ventrebleu, que je pèche ?
Je veux rôtir avec ces gens fameux,
Dignes peut-être, et plus que vous, des Cieux ;
Tant de Beautés célèbres dans le monde,
Et que dévore, hélas ! le gouffre immonde !
Ainsi partez, Monsieur le Prédicant,
Et laissez-moi pécher tranquillement."

ANGE GUARDIEN: "Quoi ! Mon filleul, vous voulez vous damner ?"

ORGANT: "Oui, je le veux."

Sans autre parole,
Il vole à lui, le coutelas au poing,
Et d'un grand coup lui fait voler bien loin
Et son oreille, et morceau d'auréole.
Il le poursuit, l'Ange fuit dans les Cieux,
Remplissant l'air de ses cris furieux ;
Et le prevers disait d'un ton profane :
"Trouve mauvais désormais qu'on se damne !"

Fuck, I love that man so very much. ♥ ♥ ♥

Then, Organt continues harrassing the holy donkey. That's when the donkey brings him to: ASINOMAÏE, the country of holy flying donkeys, who have a government, laws, magistrates, parlements, universities of flying donkeys, all of that pretty crap, you know -- and assuredly a rotten system based on the Ancien Régime. And since we could have guessed this too, in that beautiful donkey country, everything is reversed, so the men take the place of the donkeys:

Dans ce pays, les ânes, pour les hommes,
Sont ce qu'ici pour les ânes nous sommes.

He also meets the muses Melpomene and Thalie, disguised as donkeys, and somehow, one girl he doesn't name (the name is censored in the manner of that sort of satyrical pr0n poetry: "R.....") imitates the Trinity with three asses -- I don't know how, but the rhymes are funny:

Parodia la Trinité divine,
Avec trois culs l'un par l'autre pressés,
Et se heurtant, unis et divisés.

So, a few chants later, Organt continues flying on his donkey, and then he meets a pretty nymph chick who appears in the sky. He jumps off the donkey to get her, but naturally he falls down and he's in the middle of the sky... but his guardian angel saves him.

So yeah. That sort of concludes the flying donkey saga. But there are plenty of donkeys in that poem. There's a guy morphing into a donkey and doing his girlfriend even if he's a donkey, there's a girl fancying on her donkey... etc. Did I say I loved that man?