yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut
Charles BukowskiMots clés kindlehighlight
now look, she said, stretched out on the bed, I don’t want anything personal, let’s just do it, I don’t want to get involved, got it? she kicked off her high-heeled shoes… sure, he said, standing there, let’s just pretend that we’ve already done it, there’s nothing less involved than that, is there? what the hell do you mean? she asked. I mean, he said, I’d rather drink anyhow. and he poured himself one. it was a lousy night in Vegas and he walked to the window and looked out at the dumb lights. you a fag? she asked, you a god damned fag? no, he said. you don’t have to get shitty,...
Charles BukowskiMots clés kindlehighlight
Do some living and get yourself a typewriter.
Charles Bukowskithere was something about
that city, though
it didn't let me feel guilty
that I had no feeling for the
things so many others
needed.
it let me alone.
Mots clés new-orleans
The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.
Charles Bukowskithe soul has no skin; the soul only has insides that want to sing, finally, can't you hear it, brothers? softly, can't you hear it, brothers? a hot piece of ass and a new Cadillac ain't going to solve a god-damned thing.
Charles BukowskiFrankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.
Charles Bukowskiاحذروا الوعاظ
احذروا العارفين
احذروا أولئك الذين يقرأون الكتب دائما
احذروا أولئك الذين إما أنهم يبغضون الفقر
أو أنهم يتباهون به
احذروا أولئك الذين يسارعون إلى المديح
لأنهم بحاجة إلى مديح بمقابله
احذروا أولئك الذين يسارعون إلى أن يكونوا رقباء
لأنهم يخافون ما لا يعرفون
احذروا أولئك الذين يبحثون عن الحشود المنظمة لأنهم
لاشيء لوحدهم
Mots clés عبقرية-الحشود
It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
اسحبْ خيطاً تتحرّك دمية”
علينا جميعاً أن ندرك
بأي سرعة
يمكن أن يختفي كل شيء:
القطة، المرأة، الوظيفة،
العجلة الأمامية،
السرير، الجدار،
الغرفة؛ كل حاجيّاتنا
بما فيها الحب،
القائمة على أسس رملية،
وأي سبب آخر
أياً يكن غير مترابط:
موت صبي في هونغ كونغ
أو عاصفة ثلجية في أوماها..
يمكن أن تخدم في خرابك.
كل أدواتك الصينية تتحطّم على
أرضية المطبخ؛
ستدخل صاحبتك
وستكون واقفاً هناك، مخموراً
وسط ذلك كله وستسأل:
يا إلهي، ما الذي يجري؟
وستجيب: لا أعرف،
لا أعرف.
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