Monday, 7 June 2010
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Monday, 12 April 2010
le soleil du désert -André d'Hôtel
il aperçut bientôt un homme qui lui apparut dans les dernières lueurs du jour, fort bien habillé, presque élégant même. Il portait un veston et sure sa chemise blanche s'étalait une cravate sombre.
-Bonsoir, monsieur, lui dit Jonas. Permettez-moi de me confier à vous.
-Personne ne s'est jamais fié à moi, répondit l'homme.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Thursday, 11 March 2010
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
no grounding in the classics
i haven't slept
for 3 nights
or 3 days
and my eyes are more
red than white;
i laugh in the mirror,
and i have been listening to the clock
tick
and the gas
of my heater smells
a hot thick
heavy
smell, run
through with the sounds
of cars,
cars strung up
like ornaments
in my head, but
i have read
the classics
and on my couch
sleeps a wine-soaked
whore
who for the first
time
has heard
Beethoven's 9th,
and bored,
has fallen asleep,
politely
listening.
just think, daddy, she said,
with your brains
you might be the first man
to copulate
on the moon.
Charles Bukowski
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