Letter to RON on his Comment on Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn (poem) by T. Wignesan on AuthorsDen

Letter to RON on his Comment on Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
by T. Wignesan → (All Poetry by T. Wignesan)
Tuesday, August 21, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Does not this pic depict the true state of the under-side of a country cut loose and drifting fast?

LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change " Reviewed by Ronald Hull 8/19/2018 "Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping down through the walls gives me the willies. Yes, Paris is not the same. But has it ever been? Always being overrun by the disenfranchised from the world over. Making their mark in art and artistry. Creating the trends." At www.authorsden.com/visit/cat_poetry.asp Bonjour Ron ! True, Paris was a trend-setter in the Arts A magnet not only for the disenfranchised Hemingway Fitzgerald Henry Miller Durrell Ana�s Nin Burroughs Joyce Picasso Baldwin Wright Sekoto Later expatriate hordes imitated their life-styles And fell far short of their weight in words And you must agree Paris has since given way To other renegade catalysing milieux NY London Berlin Amsterdam LA To name en passim just a few What has changed in between Is that the fran�ais de souche Justly proud but Drunk arrogant with their Napoleonic past Let the last Mohican De Gaulle bear the brunt of decadent glory Such that even the well-entrenched Well internationally-knit Jewish community Victims of Petain Vichy Collaboraters of the NAZI Are beating a retreat In the face of Maghrebian dual-nationality Being substituted in power positions professions and in the art of enticing the mademoiselle though the Jewess preferred the eminent French Asians not to be un-done Have poured through in chain-gang droves To colonise arrondissements Not to mention 93rd and 94th d�partements Cambodians Formosans Vietnamese Laotians Chinese Indians Pakistanis Bangladeshis Sri-Lankanese Iranians Turks Egyptians Syrians Iraqis Yugoslavians Poles Spaniards Russians Italians Portuguese All crowd out the local menial work market And the lucrative spicy import-export racket Though only one Nobel Gao Xin-jian Left to wonder in expatriate limbo alone The French love their leisure and pleasure Love to dine out disappear on an August trot-about Lose themselves in the heights of February ski vacations Slumber through Christmas confessions Find less and less workdays in May There's nothing wrong in that Who would not say But can they count more than two establishments In the first hundred top university list of accomplishments But migrants hard on their heels Quick to take offence at Sarkozy's Sarcastic " Riff-Raff " compliments Rail rage burn and sack the capital To fray a disrupting br�che Into the higher echelons around Elys�e Palace Everyone knows the custom here is Hoodwink the Law if you can with ease And no one's more adept at this game Than the migrant still to make a name � T. Wignesan - Paris, August 19, 2018 �

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 21, 2018

Wow! What a wonderful yet poignant outpouring of angst for what is French and what is coming to what was once Gay Paree�.

I must admit that the great philosophers from the mid 20th century wreckage of two great wars fought on French soil and the artworks that poured forth from minions who came to Paris to create have seem to evaporate in the resulting tourist hordes followed by immigrants you have so eloquently described brought their business sense and lawlessness to the French way of life.

Yes, changes is a bitch. We can either embrace it or resist it. But we can't stop it.

Ron