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
Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)
domingo, 27 de março de 2011
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Nem confa aparece mais nos poemas. Desprestígio total...
Talvez poemas não rimem com um blog sobre política sociedade e eventos mundiais.
HURR DURR OLAVO O OLAVO OS EUA OS EUA OLAVETTE HURP DERP
http://bussorah.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/dog.jpg?w=550
Went down this morning to sign my Dog on the dole.
The woman said, "Dogs are not eligible for welfare".
I explained to her that my Dog is black, unemployed, idle, can't speak English and has no clue who his dad is.
She looked in her policy book to see what it takes to qualify.
He gets his first payment on Friday.
Damn, is this a great country or what?
Gostei muito deste do Bukowsky.
Talvez não rimem mesmo. Mas sempre vale a pena ler um bom poema.
Um abraço, Mr.
Cecilia
Obrigado Cecília,
Que bom que você gostou. O poema é triste mas é bacana. É mais bem uma historinha (autobiográfica?)
Hahaha, do mesmo link que o Chest passou, esta é boa também:
When you have an ‘I Hate My Job day’, Try this out:
Stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson. Be very sure you get this brand.
When you get home, Lock your doors, Draw the curtains and disconnect the phone So you will not be disturbed.
Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer.
Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken. Now the fun part begins.
Take out the literature from the box and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement:
“Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested and then sanitized.”
Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times,’ I am so glad I do not work in the thermometer quality control department at Johnson & Johnson.’
HAVE A NICE DAY; AND REMEMBER, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE WITH A JOB THAT IS MORE OF A PAIN IN THE ASS THAN YOURS!
ah ce vieux buck....
Bem, a Conffa está viva...
Augusto Comte demonstrou o que Bukowski era uma olavette nazista! Cadê as fontes primárias? Os nazistas bushistas precisam acabar com os japas, amigos dos olavettes que agora fingem que não gostam dos papistas russos.Como dizia Nietzsche "the book is on the table"...
Tenso demais... por isso não comentei.
Fiquei mal quando li. Mas é genial ainda assim.
Oi Mr X!
Só estou aproveitando o espaço para me despedir. Minha passagem foi rápida, mas já desisti de fazer novos comentários. Sou fraco mesmo.
Mas acredite em mim quando digo que seu blog é ótimo.
Acho que fazendo confusão por aí com o AN e alguns outros anônimos. Também hj estou com uma leve dor de dente e por isso estou mais sensivel tb.
Desculpe se talvez abusei do espaço para me expressar, e talvez possa ter causado algum dano a sua reputação, ao ser a favor de algumas de suas idéias mesmo sendo uma figura contrária a direita (no caso, gay ou trans.
Não tenha dúvidas, no entanto, que continuarei te seguindo.
Tchau,
Forte Abraço
R.J
Pô Mr X.
Tem que postar cara!
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