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Scandanavian War Machine:
this is basically the "drink, fight, fuck" of the early 1800's
Women, Wine, And Snuff by John Keats
Give me women, wine and snuff
Until I cry out «hold, enough!»
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection;
For bless my beard they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
JimmyJazz:
Big Night On The Town - Charles Bukowski
Drunk on the dark streets of some city,
It's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
You enter a bar to find yourself,
Order scotch and water.
Damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
You order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
She sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
The bar tender sneers.
You've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
You ask for a vodka.
You pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
You ask her how much for head,
Drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.
You leave Madame Death there,
You leave the sneering bartender
there.
You have remembered where
your room is.
The room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
The room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
Where love died
Laughing.
SevenPinkerton:
the lesson of the moth
By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927
i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves
and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity
but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself
archy
0bsessions:
By Anonymous:
Here I sit, broken hearted
Came to shit, but only farted
Then one day, I took a chance
Tried to fart and shit my pants
This poem is very close to my heart.
Trillian:
--- Quote from: Robert Desnos ---I Have Dreamed of You So Much
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my
chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many
days and years, I would surely become a shadow.
O scales of feeling.
I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up.
I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who
counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and
face of some passerby.
I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much
with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom
among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow that
moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
--- End quote ---
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