tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post7256630370802636496..comments2024-03-26T05:26:04.701+01:00Comments on BookRaider: Nato per rubare rose - Charles BukowskiRosaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-24802835640385389102017-07-26T11:00:30.698+02:002017-07-26T11:00:30.698+02:00Belve che balzano attraverso i secoli - Charles Bu...Belve che balzano attraverso i secoli - Charles Bukowski <br /><br />Van Gogh che scrive al fratello mandami dei colori <br />Hemingway che prova il fucile da caccia <br />Céline medico fallito <br />l'impossibilità di essere umani <br />Villon bandito da Parigi perché è un ladro <br />Faulkner sbronzo nelle fogne della sua città <br />l'impossibilità di essere umani <br />Burroughs che ammazza la moglie con la pistola <br />Mailer che la accoltella <br />l'impossibilità di essere umani <br />Maupassant impazzito mentre fa canottaggio <br />Dostoevskij messo al muro per la fucilazione <br />Crane gettato da poppa di un battello addosso all'elica <br />l'impossibilità <br />Sylvia con la testa dentro al forno come una patata arrosto <br />Harry Crosby che salta dentro il Sele Nero <br />Lorca assassinato per la strada dalla milizia spagnola <br />l'impossibilità <br />Artaud seduto sulla panchina di un manicomio <br />Chatterton che beve veleno per topi <br />Shakespeare scopiazza <br />Beethoven con un cornetto acustico nell'orecchio <br />l'impossibilità l'impossibilità <br />Nietzsche completamente pazzo <br />l'impossibilità di essere umani <br />troppo umani <br />questo respiro <br />dentro e fuori <br />fuori e dentro <br />questi degenerati <br />questi vigliacchi <br />questi campioni <br />cagnacci matti della gloria <br />spostano questa briciolina di luce verso di <br />noi <br />nel modo più impossibile.<br /><br />Grazie infinite a Libri - Post Office<br />Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-66183358876059091422016-08-17T08:56:26.107+02:002016-08-17T08:56:26.107+02:00A VOLTE - CHARLES BUKOWSKI
(grazie a Libreria Post...A VOLTE - CHARLES BUKOWSKI<br />(grazie a Libreria Post Office)<br /><br />A volte<br />devi<br />indietreggiare<br />di uno o<br />due passi,<br />ri-<br />considerare<br />staccare<br />per un<br />mese<br />non<br />fare niente<br />non<br />volere<br />fare niente<br />la pace è<br />fondamentale<br />il ritmo è<br />fondamentale<br />qualsiasi cosa<br />tu voglia<br />non<br />l'avrai<br />provandoci<br />con troppa<br />insistenza.<br />Stacca<br />per<br />dieci anni<br />sarai<br />più<br />forte<br />stacca<br />per<br />venti anni<br />sarai<br />ancora più<br />forte.<br />Non c'è niente in<br />palio<br />comunque<br />e<br />ricorda che<br />la seconda cosa più bella<br />del mondo<br />è<br />una notte di sonno<br />tranquillo<br />e<br />la più bella:<br />una morte<br />serena.<br />Nel frattempo<br />paga la bolletta del<br />gas<br />se riesci<br />e<br />cerca di non<br />litigare con tua<br />moglie.<br />__ Charles Bukowski __<br />(da: “Cena a sbafo”)Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-2878106198992536402016-07-05T17:54:29.448+02:002016-07-05T17:54:29.448+02:00Earthquake - Charles Bukowski
Americans don’t kno...Earthquake - Charles Bukowski<br /><br />Americans don’t know what tragedy is<br />a little 6.5 earthquake can send them to chattering like monkeys<br />a piece of chinaware broken <br />the union rescue mission falls down<br />6am they sit in their cars<br />they’re all driving around<br />where are they going?<br />a little excitement has broken into their canned lives<br />strangers stand next to strangers chattering <br />gibberish fear<br />anxious fear<br />anxious laughter<br />my baby<br />my flowerpot<br />my ceiling<br />my bank account<br />this is just a tickler<br />a feather<br />and they can’t bear it<br />suppose they bomb the city<br />as other cities have been bombed<br />not with an a-bomb but with ordinary blockbusters day after day<br />everyday as has happened in other cities of the world<br />if the rest of the world could only see you today<br />their laughter would bring the sun to it’s knees<br />and even the flowers would leap from the ground<br />like bulldogs<br />and chase you away to where you belong<br />wherever that is<br />and who cares where it is<br />as long as it’s somewhere<br />away from here.Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-69955806286346035732016-07-05T17:51:36.200+02:002016-07-05T17:51:36.200+02:00gli americani non sanno cos'è una tragedia -
u...gli americani non sanno cos'è una tragedia -<br />un piccolo terremoto può farli strillare<br />come scimmie -<br />una tazza di ceramica spezzata,<br />l'Union Rescue Mission che vien giù -<br />le 6 del mattino<br />tutti in macchina<br />tutti in movimento -<br />dove vanno?<br />un po' di orgasmo è filtrato<br />nella loro vita in scatola<br />sconosciuti stanno spalla a spalla<br />dando voce alle loro paure<br />paure ansiose<br />ansiose risate...<br />il mio bebè, i miei vasi, il mio soffitto<br />il mio conto in banca<br />è solo una cosa che fa il solletico<br />una piuma<br />ma non ce la fanno più...<br />e se bombardassero la città<br />come altre città sono state bombardate<br />non con la bomba atomica<br />ma con bombe normali, belle grosse,<br />un giorno dopo l'altro,<br />ogni giorno<br />come è successo<br />in altre città del mondo?<br />se il resto del mondo oggi potesse vedervi<br />le sue risa metterebbero il sole in ginocchio<br />e anche i fiori balzerebbero dal suolo<br />come mastini<br />e vi farebbero scappare nel posto che vi meritate<br />ovunque sia,<br />e a nessuno importa dove sia<br />purché sia<br />lontano da qui.<br />(Charles Bukowski)ingridnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-84292884908733076172015-07-24T05:53:59.769+02:002015-07-24T05:53:59.769+02:00Le due più grandi invenzioni dell’uomo sono il let...Le due più grandi invenzioni dell’uomo sono il letto e la bomba atomica: il primo ti tiene lontano dalle noie, la seconda le elimina. <br />Aforisma di Charles Bukowskiluiginoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-34789175697568247832014-10-28T10:29:26.953+01:002014-10-28T10:29:26.953+01:00ecco la versione originale:
PLEASE, SAVE ME - CHA...ecco la versione originale:<br /><br />PLEASE, SAVE ME - CHARLES BUKOWSKI<br /><br />please<br />save me tram them<br />and their smooth comfortable faces<br />and their relaxed<br />effrontery,<br />their crossed legs and their canvas<br />shoes,<br />their soft bellies, their soft .<br />minds, .<br />their cagey courtesy,<br />their pallrd smiles, <br />their needless tinkering with your<br />hours,<br />their entrance into your lire<br />through others,<br />god, the awful people you musi.<br />deal with<br />because you no longer live<br />alone,<br />these pieces of squash,<br />these polliwogs,<br />these suckerfish<br />and their unendurable<br />visitations,<br />there by the blinds,<br />nibbling bits of food,<br />savoring the wine,<br />sitting their dumb asses upon<br />the commodes,<br />staying an extra day,<br />an extra week,<br />an extra lire,<br />so content,<br />wallowing in your<br />sight,<br />saved from your fury through<br />circumstance,<br />they fatten before you<br />stuffìng theirmouths with<br />olives, fruit and chips,<br />smiljng through wine-wet lips...<br />others must see something in<br />them,<br />need something from<br />them<br />while I shudder in<br />my damned guts<br />in disbelief<br />at what con{ronts<br />me.<br />They notice nothing,<br />yawn,<br />and stretch their legs<br />through my<br />space.<br /><br /> Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-31326666217896191432014-10-27T17:55:38.526+01:002014-10-27T17:55:38.526+01:00Per favore
salvatemi da quei tipi li
dai loro con...Per favore<br /><br />salvatemi da quei tipi li<br />dai loro confortevoli volti levigati<br />dalla loro rilassata sfrontatezza,<br />dalle loro gambe accavallate,<br />dalle loro scarpe di tela,<br />dai loro stomaci protundenti,<br />dalle loro menti ottuse,<br />dalla loro gelida cortesia,<br />dai loro pallidi sorrisi,<br />dal loro superfluo armeggio<br />col nostro tempo,<br />dal loro ingresso nella nostra vita<br />tramite terzi.<br />dio, la gente orrenda con cui hai<br />a che fare<br />solo perché del tutto solo<br />non vuoi stare.<br />questi zucconi,<br />questi boccaloni,<br />questi invertebrati,<br />e le loro insopportabili<br />visitine<br />dietro le tapparelle,<br />rosicchiando cibarie,<br />centellinando il vino,<br />coi loro culi ingombranti<br />spaparanzati da qualche parte,<br />sempre disposti a fermarsi un giorno in più,<br />una settimana in più,<br />una vita in più,<br />così contenti,<br />deliziati<br />alla tua vista,<br />salvati per puro caso<br />dalla tua furia,<br />ingrassano davanti ai tuoi occhi<br />imbottendosi la bocca<br />di olive, frutta e patatine<br />sorridendo con labbra<br />turgide di vino...<br />qualcuno magari ci vede qualcosa<br />in quei tipi lì,<br />o ha bisogno di qualcosa<br />da loro<br />ma io rabbrividisco<br />fino alle mie sporche budella<br />incredulo<br />a quel che ho<br />davanti.<br />tanto quelli di nulla s'accorgono,<br />sbadigliano,<br />e stiracchiano le gambe<br />fino a occupare il mio<br />spazio.<br /><br />BukowskiPunk is not deadnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-5658615801394387982014-09-03T16:14:00.907+02:002014-09-03T16:14:00.907+02:00Gertrude up the stairway, 1943
I think of Gertrud...Gertrude up the stairway, 1943<br /><br />I think of Gertrude walking up that St. Louis<br /><br />stairway<br /><br />so many years ago<br /><br />and myself just behind her<br /><br />still almost a boy.<br /><br />I think of Gertrude walking up that St. Louis<br /><br />stairway<br /><br />and never a stairway as taut with promise as<br /><br />that one<br /><br />with the landlady's pictures of Jesus<br /><br />torn from cheap magazines<br /><br />plastered here and there along the<br /><br />walls.<br /><br />I think of myself walking up that St. Louis<br /><br />stairway<br /><br />behind Gertrude<br /><br />and into her room<br /><br />going in there<br /><br />the door closed firmly behind us<br /><br />her pouring the claret<br /><br />into tall thin glasses<br /><br />in that dreary roominghouse<br /><br />near that very large park<br /><br />with its leafless trees of winter.<br /><br />standing there<br /><br />Gertrude seemed so lovely<br /><br />so perfect<br /><br />a girl beyond mere girlhood<br /><br />a figure wrapped in a perfect<br /><br />dream<br /><br />and as<br /><br />she stood there before me<br /><br />she was finally<br /><br /><br />311 too perfect:<br /><br />I downed my claret and begged my<br /><br />leave<br /><br />knowing that<br /><br />following Gertrude up that St. Louis<br /><br />stairway<br /><br />was enough in<br /><br />itself<br /><br />it was<br /><br />our one great moment together<br /><br />and all that followed<br /><br />would be<br /><br />less<br /><br />less<br /><br />and I wanted to remember her like<br /><br />that: perfect in the moment<br /><br />before she wearied of the game and<br /><br />we of each<br /><br />other.<br />Elsienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-39416494628260542372013-11-30T09:51:56.674+01:002013-11-30T09:51:56.674+01:00BURNING IN HELL - CHARLES BUKOWSKI
burning in hel...BURNING IN HELL - CHARLES BUKOWSKI<br /><br />burning in hell<br />this piece of me fits in nowhere<br />as other people find things<br />to do<br />with their time<br />places to go<br />with one another<br />things to say<br />to each other.<br />I am<br />burning in hell<br />some place north of Mexico.<br />flowers don’t grow here.<br />I am not like<br />other people<br />other people are like<br />other people.<br />they are all alike:<br />joining<br />grouping<br />huddling<br />they are both<br />gleeful and content<br />and i am<br />burning in hell.<br />my heart is a thousand years old<br />I am not like<br />other people.<br />I’d die on their picnic grounds<br />smothered by their flags<br />slugged by their songs<br />unloved by their soldiers<br />gored by their humor<br />murdered by their concern.<br />I am not like<br />other people.<br />I am<br />burning in hell.<br />the hell of<br />myself.<br /><br />BRUCIANDO ALL'INFERNO - CHARLES BUKOWSKI<br /><br />Brucia all’inferno<br />questa parte di me<br />che non si trova bene in nessun posto,<br />mentre le altre persone<br />trovano cose da fare nel tempo che hanno ;<br />posti dove andare e cose da dirsi.<br />Io sto bruciando all’inferno<br />da qualche parte del nord del Messico<br />e qui i fiori non crescono.<br />Non sono come gli altri.<br />Gli altri sono come gli altri.<br />Si assomigliano tutti:<br />si riuniscono, si ritrovano, si accalcano;<br />sono allegri e soddisfatti e io sto bruciando all’inferno.<br />Il mio cuore ha mille anni.<br />Non sono come gli altri<br />Morirei nei loro prati da picnic,<br />soffocato dalle loro bandiere,<br />indebolito dalle loro canzoni,<br />non amato dai loro soldati,<br />trafitto dal loro umorismo,<br />assassinato dalle loro preoccupazioni.<br />Non sono come gli altri.<br />Io sto bruciando all’inferno :<br />l’inferno di me stesso.<br />Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-5546762592414877052013-11-04T10:04:00.109+01:002013-11-04T10:04:00.109+01:00Hello! I'm at work surfing around your blog fr...Hello! I'm at work surfing around your blog from my new iphone! Just wanted to say I love reading your blog and look forward to all your posts! Keep up the excellent work! e.nomnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-89453245403827987682013-09-09T09:34:47.162+02:002013-09-09T09:34:47.162+02:00Ecco il brano originale:
"Then, at once, eve...Ecco il brano originale:<br /><br />"Then, at once, evening became night. Sometimes there is no warning. Things occur in seconds. Everything changes. You're alive. You're dead. And things move on.<br />We are paper thin. We exist on luck amid the percentages, temporarily. And that's the best part and the worse part, the temporal factor. And there's nothing you can do about it. You can sit on top of a mountain and meditate for decades and it's not going to alter.You can alter yourself into acceptabily but maybe that's wrong too. Maybe we think too much. Feel more, think less."<br /><br />from "The Captain is Out to Lunch" - Charles Bukowsi Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-54415002477547758102013-09-09T09:01:13.625+02:002013-09-09T09:01:13.625+02:00ecco l'originale:
“I lapsed into my pathetic ...ecco l'originale:<br /><br />“I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.<br />No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.”<br /><br />Charles Bukowski, HollywoodRosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-49939928181351558182013-09-02T13:32:58.905+02:002013-09-02T13:32:58.905+02:00Caddi in uno dei miei patetici periodi di chiusura...Caddi in uno dei miei patetici periodi di chiusura.<br />Spesso, con gli esseri umani, buoni e cattivi,<br />i miei sensi semplicemente si staccano, si stancano: lascio perdere.<br />Sono educato.<br />Faccio segno di si.<br />Fingo di capire, perché non voglio ferire nessuno.<br />Questa è la debolezza che mi ha procurato più guai.<br />Cercando di essere gentile con gli altri spesso mi ritrovo con l’anima<br />a fettucce, ridotta ad una specie di piatto di tagliatelle spirituali.<br />Non importa.<br />Il mio cervello si chiude.<br />Ascolto.<br />Rispondo.<br />E sono troppo ottusi per rendersi conto che io non ci sono.<br /><br />Charles BukowskiMariangelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-48672536987239272512013-09-02T13:31:31.832+02:002013-09-02T13:31:31.832+02:00Poi, a un tratto, la sera è diventata notte.
A vol...Poi, a un tratto, la sera è diventata notte.<br />A volte non hai il tempo di accorgertene,<br />le cose capitano in pochi secondi. <br />Tutto cambia. Sei vivo. Sei morto. <br />E il mondo va avanti. <br />Siamo sottili come carta.... <br />E non ci si può fare niente. <br />Puoi startene in cima a una montagna <br />a meditare per decenni e non cambierà una virgola. <br />Puoi cambiare te stesso e fartene una ragione, <br />ma forse anche questo è sbagliato. <br />Magari pensiamo troppo.<br />Sentire di più, pensare di meno.<br /><br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br />Laura P.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-88217018733688235422013-08-19T07:38:59.474+02:002013-08-19T07:38:59.474+02:00Hi there friends, how is everything, and what you ...Hi there friends, how is everything, and what you wish for to say concerning this article, in my view its really remarkable in support of me. m.m.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-79615088139059323832013-07-28T09:39:31.751+02:002013-07-28T09:39:31.751+02:00Write more, thats all I have to say. Literally, it...Write more, thats all I have to say. Literally, it seems as though <br />you relied on the video to make your point. You <br />clearly know what youre talking about, why throw away your intelligence on just posting videos to your site when <br />you could be giving us something informative to read?<br />app.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-20894197159201132942013-07-28T09:36:38.819+02:002013-07-28T09:36:38.819+02:00It's actually a cool and helpful piece of info...It's actually a cool and helpful piece of info. I'm satisfied that you simply <br />shared this helpful information with us. <br />Please stay us informed like this. Thank you for sharing.<br />aspen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-86542212247877735922013-05-26T05:35:18.651+02:002013-05-26T05:35:18.651+02:00Grazie.Grazie.Fabio77https://www.blogger.com/profile/05705011332084887018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-74240226528525609502013-04-05T15:00:51.357+02:002013-04-05T15:00:51.357+02:00ecco l'originale:
it’s true;
pain and sufferi...ecco l'originale:<br /><br />it’s true;<br />pain and suffering<br />helps to create<br />what we call<br />art.<br /><br />given the choice<br />I’d never choose<br />this damned<br />pain<br />and suffering<br />for myself<br />but somehow it finds<br />me<br /><br />as the royalties <br />continue to <br />roll on<br />in.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski - What can I do? (from Sifting Through The Madness For The Word, The Line, The Way)Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-2403607905042011112013-03-22T20:39:38.551+01:002013-03-22T20:39:38.551+01:00II versione, sempre attribuita a Bukowski:
“My de...II versione, sempre attribuita a Bukowski:<br /><br />“My dear,<br />Find what you love and let it kill you.<br />Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.<br />Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.<br />For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.<br />~ Falsely yours”Rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399003729756603727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964616695255249705.post-15331727837121573722013-03-09T10:34:28.708+01:002013-03-09T10:34:28.708+01:00è vero:
dolore e sofferenza
aiutano a creare
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