* Hocemo malo Bukowskog? Za good night.. |
- Citiram, jer - fali mi rechi..
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
"Pre neki dan razmisljam o svetu bez mene. Svet tera dalje i radi ono sto radi. A mene nema. Jako cudno. Zamisli kamion za djubre koji dolazi i kupi djubre a mene nema. Ili novine bacene pred ulaz a mene nema da ih pokupim. Nemoguce.. Nije smrt tako uzasna, vec zivoti koji ljude zive ili ne zive do svoje smrti. Oni ne poshtuju svoje zivote, oni pishaju po nijima....Ruzno izgledaju, ruzno govore, ruzno hodaju. Pusti im veliku muziku i oni nece je ni cuti.Vecina ljudskih smrti je obicna prevara. Nishta tu nije ostalo da umre"..
*u redu, spusti kishu kishu spusti.. spusti je.. na krov.. cujem je na krovu.. znam da ublazava stare rane i nove. osim toga, neko uvek pamti vremena kad nije bilo krova a padala je kisha. neko to nikad ne zaboravljla. kisha ce padati cele ove noci i spavacemo paralisani tamnom vodom dok nasha krv struji kroz nash lomni zivot. spusti kishu.. bozansku supu..
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a smile to remember
we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, "be happy Henry!"
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled