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Charles Bukowski
2008-08-29 03:39:00 Um homem não deve sero perito forense de si mesmo,há claro a questão dos cheirosda repugnância comedida pela penabem como aquela outrada camisa de forçasdeontológicaa estrangularriso caralhadas e lágrimas,há tudo isso mas vão por mimhá pior: pelas minhas contasvocês estariam mortos.
By: O Melhor Amigo
Death Wants More Death by Charles Bukowski
2008-03-10 19:53:00 death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father’s garage, how child-like I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were escape- their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies shouting like dumb crazy dogs against the glass only to spin and flit in that second larger than hell or heaven onto the edge of the ledge, and then ...
By: Brain Clouds
Charles Bukowski - The Terror
2008-02-27 08:17:00 The terror is in viewing the human face and then hearing it talk and watching the creature move . the terror is in knowing its motives . the terror is in seeing it skinned , opened for the internal view of the spirit the terror is looking at the eyes . the terror is knowing of the centuries of its doings . the terror is the unchangeability of it . and its multiplicity , its duplicity , it’s everywhere , a giant mass of it … …this massive zero of life labeled Humanity . the terror , the horror , the waste of them and you and me through and through . Technorati Tags: charles bukowski,american poetry
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[prosa-erz] Charles Bukowski
2008-02-09 00:00:00 Dass sich unzählige Legenden um den amerikanischen Dichter und Schriftsteller ranken, deren Wahrheitsgehalt mehr als fragwürdig ist, besonders nach seinem tragischen Tod im Jahre 1994, als er kurz zuvor an Leukämie erkrankt war und da...
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Melancholia By Charles Bukowski
2008-01-11 08:57:00 Melancholia Charles Bukowskithe history of melancholiaincludes all of us.me, I writhe in dirty sheetswhile staring at blue wallsand nothing.I have gotten so used to melancholiathatI greet it like an oldfriend.I will now do 15 minutes of grievingfor the lost redhead,I tell the gods.I do it and feel quite badquite sad,then I riseCLEANSEDeven though nothingis solved.that's what I get for kickingreligion in the ass.I should have kicked the redheadin the asswhere her brains and her bread andbutter areat ...but, no, I've felt sadabout everything:the lost redhead was just anothersmash in a lifelongloss ...I listen to drums on the radio nowand grin.there is something wrong with mebesidesmelancholia.What I like most about Charles Bukowski is that he is just honest and straight-forward and doesn´t seem too complicated. I guess this can be applied to his writing too. He doesn´t seem to care about the consequences of his words. That can hurt. But I prefer the hurtful truth to dishonesty and e...
I'm In Love By Charles Bukowski
2008-01-10 10:22:00 I'm In Love Charles Bukowskishe's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty wrists o my god, I thought it was all working, and now it's her again, every time she phones you go crazy, you told me it was over you told me it was finished, listen, I've lived long enough to become a good woman, why do you need a bad woman? you need to be tortured, don't you? you think life is rotten if somebody treats you rotten it all fits, doesn't it? tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a piece of shit? and my son, my son was going to meet you. I told my son and I dropped all my lovers. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I'M IN LOVE, and now you've made a fool of me. . . I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry. hold me, she said, will you please hold me? I've never been in one of these things before, I said, these triangles. . . she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she h...
Mistake By Charles Bukowski
2008-01-09 12:00:00 MistakeCharles BukowskiI reached up into the top of the closetand took out a pair of blue pantiesand showed them to her andasked "are these yours?"and she looked and said,"no, those belong to a dog."she left after that and I haven't seenher since. she's not at her place.I keep going there, leaving notes stuckinto the door. I go back and the notesare still there. I take the Maltese crosscut it down from my car mirror, tie itto her doorknob with a shoelace, leavea book of poems.when I go back the next night everythingis still there.I keep searching the streets for thatblood-wine battleship she driveswith a weak battery, and the doorshanging from broken hinges.I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.a confused old man driving in the rainwondering where the good luckwent.I like the picture above of Charles Bukoswki.
Oh Yes By Charles Bukowski
2008-01-08 13:27:00 Oh YesCharles Bukowskithere are worse things thanbeing alonebut it often takes decadesto realize thisand most oftenwhen you doit's too lateand there's nothing worsethantoo late.I never have been able to relate to people who can´t stand being alone. Ever since I remember I enjoy being with people, but somehow I enjoy it even more being alone.With this poem I´m starting a short series of Charles Bukowski´s poems.
Charles Bukowski
2007-11-01 05:02:00 “Beni tan?yan herkesin size söyleyece?i gibi, makbul biri de?ilim. Kötü adam? sevdim hep, kanunsuzu, hergeleyi. ?yi i?leri olan sinek kayd? tra?l?, kravatl? tiplerden ho?lanmam. Ümitsiz adamlar? severim, di?leri k?r?k, uslar? k?r?k, yollar? k?r?k adamlar?. ?lgimi çekerler. Küçük sürpriz ve patlamalarla doludurlar. Adi kad?nlardan da ho?lan?r?m; çoraplar? sarkm??, makyajlar? akm??, sarho? ve küfürbaz kad?nlardan. Azizlerden çok ...
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Charles Bukowski
2007-09-16 00:26:00 Cartero . El capitan salio a comer y los marineros tomaron el barco . Erecciones eyaculaciones exhibiciones . Escritos de un viejo indecente . Factotum . La senda del perdedor . Lo que mas me gusta es rascarme los sobacos . Pulp . Se busca una mujer .
By: El último libro
What A Writer by Charles Bukowski
2007-09-11 10:27:00 © Gottfried HelnweinWhat A WriterCharles Bukowskiwhat i liked about e.e. cummingswas that he cut away fromthe holiness of thewordand with charmand gamblegave us linesthat sliced through thedung.how it was needed!how we were witheringawayin the oldtiredmanner.of course, then came allthe e.e. cummingscopyists.they copied him thenas the others hadcopied Keats, Shelly,Swinburne, Byron, etal.but there was onlyonee.e. cummings.of course.one sun.one moon.E. E. Cumming and Charles Bukowski on one page. Now that´s a page for me and my husband. Usually I hear from writers/poets that others aren´t as good as themselves. It´s nice to see an appreciating Charles Bukowski too (one sun, one moon, one e. e. cummings, one charles bukowski). But then I wasn´t really surprised that Bukowski surprised me.
AUTOR: Charles Bukowski
2007-05-12 03:15:00 Datos? Nombre: Henry Charles Bukowski.? Trabajos: Cartero y escritor.? Estilos: Poeta y novelista."I have more faith in my plumber than I do the eternal being. Plumbers do a good job. They keep the shit flowing."("Tengo más fe en mi fontanero que en el dios eterno. Los fontaneros hacen un buen trabajo. Permiten que la mierda siga fluyendo".)-C. BukowskiBiografía? Nace: 16 Agosto 1920, Andernach (Alemania), pero nacionalizado en Estados Unidos.? Muere: 9 Marzo 1994, San Pedro, Los Ángeles (California, Estados Unidos)Bukowski nació en Alemania con el nombre de Heinrich Karl Bukowski. Su madre era alemana y su padre era un militar americano con ascendentes polacos, cumpliendo el servicio tras la primera guerra mundial. Con los problemas económicos de Alemania posteriores a la primera guerra mundial la familia se mudó a Baltimore (Estados Unidos) en 1923, y sus padres le cambiaron el nombre para que pareciera más americano. Tras ahorrar dinero un tiempo se trasladan a Los Ángeles donde ...
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Rain by Charles Bukowski
2007-04-22 23:01:00 I just received a comment from Angelina. She said that she was glad to have stumbled on my blog and to have had the chance to read something of Bukowski which she could actually enjoy and which wasn´t too depressing. So this poem is specially for her. I don´t find his work depressing at all. Actually I tend to laugh a lot while reading his books. That may sound strange, but I guess it is the way he describes everything. Often while reading his work, I nod to myself and think he just knows how crazy this world is. Another thing I really like about him is that he doesn´t judge his characters and you can feel his sympathy for them (even if his language may not be very sensitive ;) ).RainCharles Bukowskia symphony orchestra.there is a thunderstorm,they are playing a Wagner overtureand the people leave their seats under the treesand run inside to the pavilionthe women giggling, the men pretending calm,wet cigarettes being thrown away,Wagner plays on, and then they are all under thepavili...
The Icecream People by Charles Bukowski
2007-04-17 19:48:00 The icecream we had this afternoon was good. It reminded me of another poem by Charles Bukowski: The Icecream People. I can relate to his understanding of icecream people. :)The Icecream PeopleCharles Bukowskithe lady has me temporarily off the bottleand now the pecker stands upbetter.however, things change overnight--instead of listening to Shostakovich andMozart through a smeared haze of smokethe nights change, newcomplexities:we drive to Baskin-Robbins,31 flavors:Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, StrawberryCheesecake, Chocolate Mint...we park outside and look at icecreampeoplea very healthy and satisfied people,nary a potential suicide in sight(they probably even vote)and I tell her"what if the boys saw me go in there? suppose theyfind out I'm going in for a walnut peach sundae?""come on, chicken," she laughs and we go inand stand with the icecream people.none of them are cursing or threateningthe clerks.there seem to be no hangovers orgrievances.I am alarmed at the placid an...
I Met A Genius by Charles Bukowski
2007-04-10 22:02:00 I Met A Geniusby Charles BukowskiI met a genius on the traintodayabout 6 years old,he sat beside meand as the trainran down along the coastwe came to the oceanand then he looked at meand said,it's not pretty.it was the first time I'drealizedthat.Charles Bukowski is one of my favorite writers. He makes me smile, so there will be more to come! |
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