The savages have taken over the castle. There’s no workmanship, no care, simply a demand to be accepted.
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The only people who know about mercy are the ones who need it.
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“No man,” he answered, “can ever call a woman his own. We never own ’em, we only borrow ’em for a little while.”
“Yeh,” I said, “I guess that’s best.”
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You must never let them know that you care or they will kill you.
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Two guys to my left were arguing. One of them turned to me.
“What do you think of war?”
“There’s nothing wrong with war,” I said.
“Oh, yeah? Yeah?”
“Yeah. When you get into a taxi, that’s war. When you buy a loaf of bread, that’s war. When you buy a whore, that’s war. Sometimes I need bread, taxis and whores.”
“Hey, you guys,” said the man, “here’s a guy who likes war.”
Another guy came down from the end of the bar. He was dressed like the others.
“You like war?”
“There’s nothing wrong with it; it’s a natural extension of our society.”
“How many years you been in?”
“None.”
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He put plenty of butter on his toast. Butter was one of man’s last luxuries. Automobiles would one day be too expensive to buy and everybody would just sit around eating butter and waiting. The Jesus freaks who talked about the end of the world were looking better every day.
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I drove along Sunset, late one evening, stopped for a signal, and at a bus stop saw this dyed redhead with a brutal and ravaged face, powdered, painted, that said “this is what life does to us.” I could imagine her drunk, screaming across the room at some man and I was glad the man wasn’t me.
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They sat for a couple of hours drinking the wine.
“Man is less delicate than the locust,” said Jorg finally.
“Man is the sewer of the universe,” said Serge.
“You guys are really assholes,” said Lila.
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#1 - Social Engineering
In both of the earlier scenarios, not having enough a good enough plan and model will lead to failure. A good way to practice communication modeling is to write out a model for manipulating people you know well—a husband, wife, parent, child, boss, or friend—to do something you want, to take some action you desire.
List the following five
Hot Water Music
How unfortunate that it has come to this,
we all pay to die as rogues, as workers,
nomads and searchers, sweat to shackles and leads to lies.
Still we're all under lock and key,
who are we but savages hooked on accessories,
numb and dumb to what else we could do or be?
Repercussions at a lull, slow me down,
let me come around to those starving in the streets,
some are mothers, some are fathers, all are sons, all are daughters,
left all alone and seen as disease.
Still we pass and we watch them bleed,
will not wash away with rain,
a person's blood is heavier than
who's the disease?
Sean Penn’in Charles Bukowski ile yaptığı söyleşi
Time dergisi Charles Bukowski’yi “Amerikan tarzı ayak takımının bir numarası” ilan etti. Oysa yazar, Avrupa’da kitlelerin hayranlıklarını kazandı. Bugün dünyada çeviri edebiyatta en çok okunan yaşayan Amerikan yazarı Bukowski. Sadece Almanya’da kitapları 2.2 milyondan fazla sattı.
Not:
One time, however, we were near quarrelling. He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot july day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moor seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine, and began to grow very snappish. At last, we agreed to try both, as soon as the right weather came; and then we kissed each other and were friends.
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