Apr 4, 2020
āLife is as kind as you let it be.ā
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āLife is as kind as you let it be.ā
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The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
- Charles Bukowski
"Non amo particolarmente la gente. PiĆ¹ lontanto ne sto e meglio mi sento"
-Charles Bukowski
Blue bird and flame
I am thinking.
Is it possible to reach the pointĀ
when
you anger turnsĀ
everything
inside of youĀ
into ashes?Ā
Can the flame kills
that blue bird which
tries to sing softly in your chest
although of heat
reaching its soft blue feathers?Ā
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waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for my wife she will see this stiff white body shake it once, then maybe again "Hank!" Hank won't answer. it's not my death that worries me, it's my wife left with this pile of nothing. I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.
Denn ich war auch groĆer Fan von Charles Bukowski... Der hat ne Story, in der geht er in 'ne Kneipe Und zwar bloĆ, um nach dem Weg zu fragen, aber wird erkannt. Alle wollen mit ihm saufen, er soll sein wie in den BĆ¼chern Und Bukowski nimmt die Beine in die Hand.
Erin L. Delaney, Spring-Summer 2017
Erin L. Delaney, Spring-SummerĀ 2017
Coming Back to Bukowski Erin L. Delaney Dispirited, I flip through piles of books looking for something new, something to bring on some fire. Instead I stare down Bukowski. Weāve been introduced before. I open Dog from Hellās pages, readjust the glue, recover the nonstick binding. He provokes me, pours me a glass of words, and this drink ignites my pen to paperā a drunken admission a bare-handedā¦
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