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Entonces, para empezar el lujo, les regalamos estas traducciones. Siempre lo he sido: Y he aprendido a sentirme bien cuando me siento bien. Ronny, mis poemas son rechazados por el New York Quarterly. Pero quiero que sepas que te amo, pienso en ti constantemente, no creo jotas haya amado a nadie como te amo a ti. Me desmayo en los supermercados escupo sangre cuando bebo whiskey y me entristezco hasta dolerme cuando pienso en todas las buenas mujeres que he conocido disueltas y desvanecidas en trivialidades: Thanks also to Capra Press which originally published some of these poems jotas a chapbook called Fire Station.
The New Yorker, pard. I m next, I m next, I m next! I suppose that when I die the leftovers will jump some other poor son of a bitch. I prefer to hear Christmas music in July while I am being threatened with death by a woman.
I said, a starving architect, eh? I never showered with the notaw at the plant after work so I smelled of sweat and blood. I charpes cigarettes and drank beer until I felt good enough indecwnte board the bus with the souls of all those dead animals riding with me; heads would turn slightly women would rise and move away from me. I like being driven about in a red porsche while I smoke cigarettes in gentle languor.
I ve always been lucky: I look through it. I ll pick the children up at ten. I was young once too. I think back to the women in my life. Martin in the Fields? I suppose I will. I got up from my chair went to bed and slept. I had a dream. I awakened at 8: I wave at the little one which only seems to revive his impulse to challenge: I rip the page once, twice, three times, then check for matches and icecubes, hot and cold, with some men their conversation is better than their creation and with other men it s a woman almost any woman that is their Rodin among park benches; bird down in road awaiting rats and wheels I know that I have deserted you, the icecubes pile like fool s gold in the pitcher and now they are playing Alex Scriabin which is a little better but not much for me.
I had 43 cents and nothing but time. I had run my 43 cents up to a dollar ninety when I saw her going upstairs with her fireman.
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I ride it myself. I don t know how many firemen were in the building or where they were. I figured a few had slipped by me but I was a good sport. I walked over and got in a dart game with Harry the Horse and the corner newsboy. I ll write the governor, he said. Marshal Foch was my grandfather, he said. I warned you, I said. I m a gentleman. And I m a Foch, he said. I slapped him with a wet towel.
I slapped a wet rubber glove down his mouth and cut the wire. Foch, Foch, Foch, Foch! I got out my sub-machine gun and blasted the devils but there were so many of them I had to give up.
I pulled the wet rubber glove out. I surrender, I said, it s too much: I can t change the world. I put on my hat and stalked out. I still maintain the French are weak. I was rough tough easy-with-money-Charley that s me and I awakened both of them like God and when she was awake she started screaming, “Hank, Hank!
I hate him I love you! I think you re crazy too so the way you think: I can t eat a broken yoke. I mean, what difference does it make? I think he s very gentle. The sun has gone behind the cloud. I have nothing to do with the workings. I smoke Prince Albert, drink Schlitz and copulate whenever possible. I told my son and I dropped all my lovers. I m sorry, I said, I m really sorry. I ve never been in one of these things before, I said, these triangles. I was wrong and graceless and sick.
I bite deeply chew and swallow there is a feeling of waterfalls and endlessness there is a mixture of electricity and hope. Banker Agent won the first race and he played his violin. Can Fly won the 3rd race and he continued to play his violin.
I went to get a coffee and when I came back he was still d, and he was still playing after Boomerang won the 4th. Stars and Stripes won the 6th and he played some more and Staunch Hope got up on the inside to take bukowsku 7th and the violin player worked away and when Lucky Mike won at 4 to 5 in the 8th he was still making music.
I allowed him a few minutes and then I got up and began the long slow walk to my car. I have, he went on, betrayed myself with belief, deluded myself with love tricked myself with sex.
I ll pay you back in a week.
I ain t had a decent meal, Bukowsmi, for a couple of days. I suppose not, Ronny. Ronny, my poems came back from the New York Quarterly. I believe she s taken a modern novel and her reading glasses. I sit at the window with her electric typewriter and watch young girls asses which are attached vlejo young girls.
I have 20 published books and 6 cans of beer. I hope he doesn t drink too much beer.
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I get back without accident. I don t see how it can be replaced with anything better.
Sanders chicken with coleslaw, mashed spuds, gravy and biscuits. I kept throwing that radio through the window each time I got drunk and it would sit out there on the roof still playing–a magic radio a radio with guts, and each morning I d take the window back to the glass man.
I don t remember how it ended exactly though I do remember we finally moved out. I do remember missing the woman who worked in the garden in her bathing suit, she really dug with that trowel and she put her behind up in the air and I used to sit in the window and watch the sun shine all over that thing.
I don t know. I seldom see the interviews. I m going to send out for some fried chicken. Yankee Doodle came to town Ridin on a pony He stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni. I care for you, darling, I love you, the only reason I fucked L. I had to fuck Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you here in my belly like a baby, love I d call it, no matter what happens I d call it love, and so you fucked C. But I want you to know that I love you, I think of you constantly, I don t think I ve ever loved anybody like I love you.
I got it goingafter 45 minutes–I mailed 4 letters purchased something cool came back got into my place and listened to Ives had dreams of empire my great white belly against the fan. I get dizzy spells in supermarkets spit blood when I drink whiskey and become saddened to the point of grief when I think of all the good women I have known who have.
I asked for a sideorder of french fries. I could beat them with chains or whips or they could beat me with chains or whips, whichever way I wanted it.