As the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
[...]
C. Bukowski
Charles BUKOWSKI, As the Poems Go
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Lizzy
on martedì 28 settembre 2010
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Bukowski,
Dirty Realism,
Lizzy,
What not everything was
L'ORIGINE DEL COSMO
YVES KLEIN
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C. Pavese dixit
2 commenti:
"but I have not failed in trying again and/ again..."
"your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut". Bukowski
Bukowski came in a secret back door...
Bukowski had a body, made of secret-back-doors.
Burning bright, madly simetry. (I'm remembering and re-making Blake right now... anoher secret door inside our guts.)
Thanks for coming, Say. I really appreciate.
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