marți, 20 noiembrie 2007

3 momente Charles Bukowski

Yes Yes

when God created love he didn't help most

when God created dogs He didn't help dogs

when God created plants that was average

when God created hate we had a standard utility

when God created me He created me

when God created the monkey He was asleep

when He created the giraffe He was drunk

when He created narcotics He was highand

when He created suicide He was low


when He created you lying in bed

He knew what He was doing

He was drunk and He was highand

He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes, but when He created you lying in bed

He came all over His Blessed Universe.



Show Biz


I can't have it

and you can't have it

we won't

get it

so don't bet on it

or even think about

it


just get out of bed

each morning

wash

shave

clothe

yourself

and go out into

it


because

outside of that

all that's left is

suicide and

madness


so you just

can't

expect too much


you can't even

expect


so what you do

is

work from a modest

minimal

base

like when you

walk outside

be glad your car

might possibly

be there

and if it is-
that the tires

aren't

flat


then you get

in

and if it

starts--you

start.


and
it's the damndest

movie

you've ever

seen

because

you're

in it--

low budget

and

6 billion

critics


and the longest

run

you ever hope

for

is


one

day.



True Story


they found him walking along the freeway

all red in

front

he had taken a rusty tin can

and cut off his sexual

machinery

as if to say --see what you've done to

me? you might as well have the

rest.


and he put part of him

in one pocket and

part of him in

another

and that's how they found him,

walking

along.


they gave him over to the
doctors

who tried to sew the parts

back

on

but the parts were

quite contented

the way they

were.


I think sometimes of all of the good

ass

turned over to the

monsters of the

world.

maybe it was his protest against

this or

his protest

against

everything.

a one man
Freedom March

that never squeezed in

between

the concert reviews and the

baseball

scores.



God, or somebody,

bless

him.

4 comentarii:

Mumu spunea...

M-ai pierdut pe drum cu aceste 3 momente Bukowski, dar probabil ca nici nu am starea necesara pentru asa ceva. Dupa mizeria pe care am avut-o azi la munca... poezia e ultimul lucru care imi lipsea. Ma gandesc totusi la ce ar face Chinaski in situatia mea. Probabil ar lua un cacat de whisky si vreo 2-3 doze de bere si ar dormi linistit. Diferenta insa e ca el nu era insurat... Si nici job nu prea avea...

Silviu spunea...

"It's the damndest movie you've ever seen / Because you're in it-- / Low budget and 6 billion critics" daca ai fi avut rabdare sa le citesti, ti-ar fi mers la suflet cu siguranta.
A fost o zi de cacat? Lasa ca trece. O sa mai fie si multe altele. Umorul si ironia salveaza astfel de situatii.
Mai mult, locul ala de munca nu e nici vreun promised land, nici Mecca. Din contra !
Poate e momentul sa cauti, in functie de timpul liber, si alte activitati pentru a-ti castiga existenta onorabil...poate chiar mai bine....si, cine stie, poate iti iese.

Mumu spunea...

I nevoie de un sclav? Spune! Fac orice ..numai ca sa-mi schimb stapanul! Macar stiu ca am incercat si altceva..

Silviu spunea...

Nu convingi ca sclav, dar insista...nu se stie :O))