Sunday, October 11, 2015

dust on my bookshelves

Most of us have a bookshelf, or rows and rows of it. Bookshelves have a life of their own. They refuse to be cleaned. Or that's what I thought.



photo by dsnake1




dust on my bookshelves


today it rained, i thought
it would be nice to go through
the stuff in my bookshelves
i had been trying to meant to
tidy it up for the nth year

so

a poetry book by Bukowski, heavily pencilled, Harlan's stalking the nightmare, yellowed & dog-eared, a couple of old journals with my maniacal scrawls with scraps of paper falling out like dead leaves, paperbacks of pulp fiction, gumshoes & losers & novel ways of torture, scores of sci-fi novellas, my favourites, lost worlds, obliterated worlds, nebulae, Moorcock, de Guin, oh yes, the comic magazines, mostly with a lady heroine with big breasts, photo albums, some CDs rolled out like Yap's wheels, a warranty card for a PC that i had already thrown away, a military medal that will bring a lump to my throat

it was interesting reading, this rainy day,
and i agreed the shelf is a mess
so it would be nice
to go through the bookshelves
another time..


25/06/2011
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"Most problems go away if you just wait long enough."
-- Dilbert


Yeah.

Shared on Poetry Pantry #273 at Poets United.





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Saturday, September 22, 2007

reading Bukowski ( 2 )

Reading another Bukowski. A posthumous collection, it's edgy, personal, and as funny as Bukowski can get.

Bukowski's the night torn mad with footsteps
scan by dsnake1


what matters is still being here in
this kitchen with my small radio, this
rolled cigarette and
with a two-foot stack of fresh blue
laundry.
I'm sure I've sprayed
the last of the roaches and
what matters is that this tabletop
is littered with new poems.
two drunks fight in the apartment
to the rear, the cats walk
up and down the courtyard
and around the corner
girls sit in massage parlor
doorways
dreaming of love.


excerpts from "luck from a kitchen" by Charles Bukowski.



“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live” : Charles Bukowski

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

reading Bukowski

Crazy coot.
love his works.


book by Charles Bukowski
image by dsnake1

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