a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
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it’s not
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shot in the eye
shot in the ****shot like a flower in the danceamazing how death wins hands downamazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of lifeamazing how laughter has been drowned outamazing how viciousness is such a constantI must soon declare my own war on their warI must hold to my last piece of groundI must…
you may not believe it
who go through life withvery littlefriction ordistress.they dress well, eatwell, sleep well.they are contented withtheir familylife.they have moments ofgriefbut all in allthey are undisturbedand often feelvery good.and when they dieit is an easydeath, usually in theirsleep.you may not believeitbut such people doexist.but I am not one ofthem.oh no, I am not oneof them,I am not…
in the hospitals and jails
in madhousesit’s the worstin penthousesit’s the worstin skid row flophousesit’s the worstat poetry readingsat rock concertsat benefits for the disabledit’s the worstat funeralsat weddingsit’s the worstat paradesat skating rinksat sexual orgiesit’s the worstat midnightat 3 a.m.at 5:45 p.m.it’s the worst
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
better.however, things change overnight–instead of listening to Shostakovich andMozart through a smeared haze of smokethe nights change, newcomplexities:we drive to Baskin-Robbins,31 flavors:Rocky Road, Bubble Gum, Apricot Ice, StrawberryCheesecake, Chocolate Mint…we park outside and look at icecreampeoplea very healthy and satisfied people,nary a potential suicide in sight(they probably even vote)and I tell her‘what if the boys…
I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half
card.when am I going to get at the poems?well, they’ll just have to waitthey’ll have to warm their feet in theanteroomwhere they’ll sit gossiping aboutme.‘this Chinaski, doesn’t he realize thatwithout us he would have long agogone mad, been dead?’‘he knows, but he thinks he can keepus at his beck and call!’‘he’s an ingrate!’‘let’s give him…
one of Lorca’s best lines
‘agony, alwaysagony …’
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, halfway up the mountain peak
Fierce tempests may assail me.
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies the comfort for my pain –
I will be worthy of it.
I may not triumph in success,
Despite my earnest labour;
I may not grasp results that bless
The efforts of my neighbour.
But though my goal I never see,
This thought shall always dwell with me –
I will be worthy of it.
The golden glory of Love’s light
May never fall on my way;
My path may always lead through night,
Like some deserted by-way.
But though life’s dearest joy I miss,
There lies a nameless strength in this –
I will be worthy of it.
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Straight through my heart this fact to-day,
God never takes one thing away,But something else is given.I did not know in earlier years,This law of love and kindness;I only mourned through bitter tearsMy loss, in sorrow’s blindness.But, ever following each regretO’er some departed treasure,My sad repining heart was metWith unexpected pleasure.I thought is only happened so;But time this truth taught me –No…
Camouflage is all the rage.
Soldiers in their fight with foes-Demagogues who mask and poseIn the guise of statesmen-girlsBlack of eyes with golden curls-Politicians, votes in mind,Smiling, affable and kind,All use camouflage to-day.As you go upon your way,Walk with caution, move with care;Camouflage is everywhere!
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,
Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame herI shall not hesitate to challenge thee.‘Curse and forget her?’ So I might another,One not so bounteous-natured or so fair;But she, Antonio, she was like no other—I curse her not, because she was so rare.She was made out of laughter and sweet kisses;Not blood, but sunshine,…
I
Who, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, ‘God, though Thou shouldst bow me to the dust,Yet will I praise thy everlasting laws.Beggared, my faith would never halt or pause,But sing Thy glory, feasting on a crust.Only one boon, one precious boon I mustDemand of Thee, O opulent great Cause.Let Love stay with me, constant…
Have you heard of the king of Candy land?
He has pages on every hand,For he is a mighty king,And thousands of children bend the knee,And bow to this ruler of high degree.He has a smile, oh! like the sun!And his face is round and bland,His bright eyes twinkle and glow with fun,As the children kiss his hand.And everything toothsome, melting, sweet,He scatters freely…
One who claims that he knows about it
But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,And think it a world worth living in.——Whatever you want, if you wish for it long,With constant yearning and ceaseless desire,If your wish soars upward on wings so strongThat they never grow languid, never tire,Why, over the storm cloud and out of the darkIt will…