quinta-feira, agosto 18, 2005
terça-feira, agosto 16, 2005
quarta-feira, agosto 10, 2005
Self Medication
"things never get so bad
that we can´t remember
that maybe they were
never so good.
we swam upstream
through all those rivers of shit.
no use drowning
now
and
wasting all that
gallant and stupid
fight.
upstream through it all
to end up
sitting here
in front of this machine
with
cigarette dangling
and
drink at hand.
no glory more than this
doing what has to be done
in this small
room
just to stay alive and to
type these words with
no net below
3 million readers holding their breath
as i stop
reach around
and scratch my
right
ear."
Charles Bukoski, New Poems, book III