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This page is a personal tribute to
FRANCOIS VILLON
The first great modern french poet
Francis I am, which weighs me down born in Paris near Pontoise town, and with a stretch of rope my pate will learn for once my arse's weight
FRANCOIS VILLON was born francois Montcorbier or Francois des Loges in paris in 1431. He took his surname, Villon, from his guardian and benefactor, Guillaume de Villon, chaplain of Saint-Benoit-le-Betourne. He took his baccalaureat from the University of Paris in 1449.
His first clash with the law occured in 1455 when he was involved in a fight with a priest who was killed. Though pardoned for the murder in 1456 that same year he was implicated in the robbery of five golden ecus from the College of Navarre. In that year he wrote THE LAIS.
When a confederate of Villon's confessed to the robbery in 1457 he fled Paris. Much of the rest of his life comes from LE TESTAMENT, under the assumption that it is autobiographical. He was imprisoned by the Bishop of Orleans then set free to celebrate King Louis XI,s progress through the town. LE TESTAMENT speaks of wanderings between say, 1456 and 1461.
In 1462 he is again in prison, the Chatelet, charged with robbery of the College of Navarre. Again released when promising to repay the money. The last known fact is his arrest for brawling, although just an onlooker he was sentenced to death. Parliament set aside the sentence, imposing banishment from Paris !

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I must have missed august

    I MUST HAVE MISSED AUGUST   Spring rides in the countryswimming in deep canalsdrinking  laughing  loving driving home with the glow of the radioand her   Time not inc...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 19:19:00 GMT

LETS KILL !!!

ANGST Tonight in your townyouth and futurealign the stars "express" wayof wasted time and effortless in residence of your townpeople stareat microwave mediathe channelscontinue to bakethese brain...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:15:00 GMT

GODLESS

GODLESS I am alone as the eye can seebut then againthere is also "Three" Father Son and Holy Coatthe least used sacrificial goat If I may explainwithout refrainto exaggeratea common complaint I AM THE...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 02:33:00 GMT

POLICY (curse words = 18+)

POLICY it is company policyso absorb the painput on your best facewisper it under your breathi want to kill youa minor setbackjust pick another person to spend eternity with don't let the disapoi...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 01:30:00 GMT

APPETITE (REPOST)

I am posting early this weekI will have company most of the weekend All my grandbabies are coming for a visit!!!!!     APPETITE        &nbs p; &nb...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 22:57:00 GMT

NAKED and DAYDREAM

DAYDREAM ideasdreamsthoughtsto sparenone of themable to communicatenone of themable to change thisunendingrealitytruthprisonnone of them able to killnone of them able to changemy ideasdreamsthoughtsen...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 02:14:00 GMT

TWO LOVE POEMS?

TEN One was not happyand I was not true Two was left waitingwhen I was throughThree was expectingbut I never laid the seed Four was selling parcelsyet I would not purchase the deed Five was a tormente...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 19:09:00 GMT

ONE MORE NIGHT WITH THE FROGS

bang bang bangfriends are deadinvite them over for butter and bread call the policeinvite a crowdhand out party favorsnickel plated and loud celebration of deathis just no gamewe'll have a sing along ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 21:58:00 GMT

LISTEN!

    Listendo you hear it?do not pinpoint my harsh, pitiful voice Listen do you hear the faint wailing? high in pitch ever constant do you hear it? Listen It's sound is frail, weak soft yet ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:42:00 GMT

ANONYMOUS 1400 A.D.

OF DEATH The silver swan, who living had no notewhen death approached unlocked her throat leaning her breastagainst the shore thus sung her first and lastand sung no morefarewell all joys!O death, com...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 17:28:00 GMT