Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta charles bukowski. Mostrar todas as mensagens
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segunda-feira, janeiro 01, 2007

we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.

one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.

but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.

not their fault?

whose fault?
mine?

I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.

age is no crime

but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life

among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives

is.



Charles Bukowski

quarta-feira, julho 05, 2006

before my death I hope to obtain my life

what can we do?


at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?

nothing.

avoid the thing as much as possible.
treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
and mindless.
but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
itself from you.
it can kill you without cause.
and to escape it you must be subtle.
few escape.

it's up to you to figure a plan.

I have met nobody who has escaped.

I have met some of the great and
famous but they have not escaped
for they are only great and famous within
Humanity.

I have not escaped
but I have not failed in trying again and
again.

before my death I hope to obtain my
life.



Charles Bukowski

segunda-feira, março 27, 2006

The aliens

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little friction of distress.
they dress well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family life.
they are undisturbed
and often feel very good.
and when they die
it is an easy death,

usually in their sleep.

you may not believe it
but such people do
exist.


Charles Bukowski


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