The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps
Charles BukowskiSözler ve Alıntılar
He Died April 9, 1953
(…)
if we could only swallow
death
like that (I think we
can).
or if death could only
swallow us
like that (I think it
does).
life is not all that
we think it
is, it’s only what we
imagine it to
be and for us
what we imagine
becomes
mostly so.
I imagine myself
rid of this
flu. (…)
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I Can’t See Anything
I can’t see anything but
mutilated twilight.
I would like to venture forward
with hope
not only for human survival
but also for the survival of human
thought and music and art and painting and even our
history,
but you know it’s like a tip I got once from
my bookie:
don’t bet on it.
I see it all now. (…)
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Not Exactly the Sun
it’s a yellow light.
I mean walking down the street
it’s a yellow light
there
soundless.
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The Theory of the Leisure Class
the best thing about old women is
that all they want from you are
the simple things.
I used to feed the chickens for
my landlady, Mrs. McCarthy
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American Literature II
(…), it’s all personal.
history is personal. pulling a shade up
in the morning is personal. drinking beer is. the
abstract is. the objective is. the waterbug
is, and synapse is.
and nothing is more personal than walking down
a stairway alone
thinking about nothing. (…)
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