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[Apr. 23rd, 2010|11:23 am] |
traffic signals
the old folks play a game
in the park overlooking the sea
shoving markers across cement
with wooden sticks
four play, two on each side
and 18 or 20 others sit in
the sun and watch
I notice this as I move
toward the public facility
as my car is being repaired
an old cannon sits in the park
rusted and useless.
six or seven sailboats ride
the sea below.
I finish my duty
come out
and they are still playing.
one of the women is heavily rouged
wearing false eyelashes and smoking
a cigarette.
the men are very thin very pale
wear wristwatches that hurt
their wrists.
the other woman is very fat
and giggles
each time a score is made
some of them are my age.
they disgust me
the way they wait for death
with as much passion
as a traffic signal.
these are the people who believe advertisements
these are the people who buy dentures on credit
these are the people who celebrate holidays
these are the people who have grandchildren
these are the people who vote
these are the people who have funerals
these are the dead
the smog
the stink in the air
the lepers.
these are almost everybody
finally.
seagulls are better
seaweed is better
dirty sand is better
if I could turn that old cannon
on them
and make it work
I would.
they disgust me.
/charles bukowski/ |
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| 462-0614 |
[Apr. 23rd, 2010|11:36 am] |
462-0614
I get many phonecalls now
They are all alike.
"are you Charles Bukowski,
the writer?"
"yes," I tell them.
and they tell me
that they understand my
writing,
and some of them are writers
or want to be writers
and they have dull and
horrible jobs and they can't face the room
the apartment
the walls
that night---
they want somebody to talk
to
and they can't believe
that I can't help them
that I don't know the words.
they can't believe
that often now
I double up in my room
grab my gut
and say
"Jesus Jesus Jesus, not
again!"
they can't believe
that the loveless people
the streets
the loneliness
the walls
are mine too.
and when I hang up the phone
they think I have held back my
secret.
I don't write out of
knowledge.
when the phone rings
I too would like to hear words
that might ease
some of this.
that's why my number's
listed. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2010|12:40 pm] |
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iekšējais tonis skan Menuets ar Floridas smiltīm, bet diemžēl nekur nevaru atrast (nevarētu jau arī teikt, ka ļoti cītīgi meklēju..), tāpēc nevaru noraidīt jūsu iepriecinājumam |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2010|12:58 pm] |
Stendža, bļe, reklāmas un PR guru ka vai kaķim jāsmejas. Šleserītis nabadziņš vīzītēs, linu biksiņām un kalpa zēna vasariņas tarbiņu rokā, visu sists un apvainots un nesaprasts, dvēselē labu gribošs vientiesītis. Šķēles un Šlesera attapīgā burtu kombinācija (skat. stendžas smišērkšķu dziras projektu../drošvien džeks ticis pie kādas jaunas grāmatas par burtu/ciparu kodolīgajiem 'saīsinājumiem' kā ekvivalentu logo vai tml., pārāk radoši jau reklamščiki savai lietai nepieiet*) kā "jautrības elements nopietnas apvienības veidošanas procesa laikā", nu, jokpēteri divi, zinies. rokas asinīs a šiem jautri!
Ā R P R Ā T S !
p.s. un kad šķēle dirš par godīgumu un to, kā pozīcija 'meklē vainīgos' tad visai viņa PR komandai man gribētos kājas no dirsas izraut, spičkas vietā iebāzt, kā vispār var būt saprātīgs cilvēks, kas parakstās strādāt ar šiem lopiem?
* vēl kaut kā sanāca pie Magazin3 izstāžu telpas pamanīt viņu pašreklāmu "hard to find / easy to love" un kaut kā ļoti atsita LV miljonu vērto materiālu... |
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| turpat dzer un turpat ķēzī; turpat ņem viens otru vēzī |
[Apr. 23rd, 2010|02:10 pm] |
offtopikā runājot par filtiem:
Mani pārsteidza ziņās rādītais sižets, kurā tika intervēts Jurģis Liepnieks kā komentētājs par politiskām lietām. Tiešām skumji līdz sirds dziļumiem sametās. Pirms gadiem diviem, trim visi mediji šo nabaga iznireli gānīja no panckām ārā, visus pasaules grēkus 'asiņainajam pundurim' pierakstīja, uz ielas ļaudis ar skatieniem pilnīgi caurumus viņā dedzināja. Šķita, ka šim tipam labāk būtu emigrēt psiholoģiskā komfota dēļ. A nepaiet ne brīdis, ka jams jau akal ādas krēslā kabinetā vāvuļo par politisko šahu. Un TV filmē un raida. Forši būt latvijā - nofeilē, tad noej dziļumā uz kādu laiciņu, lai aizmirstas un tad peldi tik augšā, saulvedis grjobanais. Ļaudīm (akmentiņš 4. varas dārziņā) nav nekādu filtru. |
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