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May 01, 2007
 
giant ant, meet unicorn

Alice could not help her lips curing up into a smile as she began: 'Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!'

'Well, now that we HAVE seen each other,' said the Unicorn, 'if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?'

'Yes, if you like,' said Alice.


Above found in a copy of Perspecta 13/14 (1971), peeped at in its shrine among others at this astonishingly cool exhibition.



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La Fourmi                                                             The Ant

Une fourmi de dix-huit mètres                    An ant fifty-four feet high
Avec une chapeau sur la tête,                    With a hat on its head,
Ça n'éxiste pas, ça n'éxiste pas.                That doesn't exist,
                                                                  that doesn't exist!
Une fourmi trainant un char,                     An ant pulling a cart
Plein de pingouens et de canards,              Filled with penguins
                                                                  and ducks,
Ça n'éxiste pas, ça n'éxiste pas.                That doesn't exist,
                                                                  that doesn't exist!
Une fourmi parlant fran├žais,                     An ant that speaks
                                                                  French,
Parlant latin et javanais,                           That speaks Latin
                                                                  and Javanese,
Ça n'éxiste pas, ça n'éxiste pas.               That doesn't exist,
                                                                  that doesn't exist!
Eh! Pourquoi pas?                                    Hey! Why not?



Above, by Robert Desnos, found while researching children's books by Carole Tremblay.

More on the poem here, in Katharine Conley's Robert Desnos, Surrealism, and the Marvelous in Everyday Life.

The ant in his poem is in fact 59 feet long.

In other words, the ant is about as long as the Moxley covered bridge in Chelsea, Vermont, or as long as the Buddha statue in Hussain Sagar Lake, Hyerabad, India, is tall.

Info on the life and death of Desnos is here.