مين؟فين؟: عشوائي

Friday, April 15, 2011

عشوائي

Government is not reason; it is not eloquent; it is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.

لا تعبث بقلب فتاتك .. فليس لها إلا واحد .. أما ثدييها فكونهما اثنين يعطيك مساحة ما من الحرية

To The Whore Who Took My Poems

Charles Bukowski

Some say we should keep personal remorse from the

poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jesus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be money and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

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Six months ago, I was the kind of guy that would run screaming from any of this, but I changed. And you are so much like me that you could change, too.