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Charles Bukowski

The People Look Like Flowers at Last

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  • Anet Acogidoцитирует4 года назад
    I am
    a series of
    small victories
    and large defeats
    and I am as
    amazed
    as any other
    that
    I have gotten
    from there to
    here
    without committing murder
    or being
    murdered;
    without
    having ended up in the
    madhouse.
  • Jossцитирует3 года назад
    and like a claw reaching down into some pit of me,

    surrounded by walls like tombs I answer meekly,

    Simile

  • Jossцитирует3 года назад
    “memory is a poor excuse for the present”
  • Jossцитирует3 года назад
    and I am old:

    pirate feet have trod

    the clean-thatched floors

    of my soul,

    and the canaries sing no more.
  • Roberto Garzaцитирует4 года назад
    if only at a funeral service

    somebody would say,

    “what an odious individual

    that one was!”

    even at my funeral

    let there be a bit of truth,

    then the good clean

    dirt
  • Roberto Garzaцитирует4 года назад
    or smoke for 6 months, and talk about biting iron with your

    teeth, I’ve been drinking and smoking heavily and steadily with the

    best

    and the worst of them for over 50 years, yeah
  • Roberto Garzaцитирует4 года назад
    because spiritual death arrives

    much more quickly and unexpectedly than

    physical demise.

    I drop his new
  • Roberto Garzaцитирует4 года назад
    if a man lives for 70 years he learns

    one or two things—the first being: don’t confide unnecessarily

    in your wife.

    the second being: others may sometimes

    understand you but

    none of them will understand you

    better than your wife

    does
  • Roberto Garzaцитирует4 года назад
    I tried to enter the freeway a

    guy in a red Camaro almost ran me

    off the road (red automobiles have always

    annoyed me) so I swung after him, rode his

    bumper hard, then swung around and we rode side-by-side
  • Roberto Garzaцитирует4 года назад
    well,” I say, “I can’t keep on

    forever writing poems about

    spilling beer into the laps of

    whores.

    a man matures and moves on to other

    things.”
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