Blog-Artikel mit dem Tag „Bukowski“

Ein Gedicht ist eine Stadt

voller Straßen und Abwasserkanäle

gefüllt mit Heiligen, Helden, Bettlern, Verrückten,

gefüllt mit banalität und schnaps,

gefüllt mit Regen und Donner

und Perioden von Dürre,



Ein…

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if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

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Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

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But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.

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Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.

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I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.

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I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men…

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“and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.”

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a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,
filled with banality and booze,
filled with rain and thunder and periods of
drought, a poem is a city at war,
a…

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Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.

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invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don't swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent…

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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

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and when love came to us twice
and lied to us twice
we decided to never love again
that was fair
fair to us
and fair to love itself.

we ask for no mercy or no
miracles;
we are strong enough to live
and to die…

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That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if

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Memory

I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea

I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled

and

I remember awakening one morning

and finding everything smeared with the color of

forgotten love

and I’ve…

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