Misanthropoetry

100 Day Challenge, day 3

Grab the book nearest you, give me page 23, line 17:

…least of all, here on E. 14th St.

- from Jim Carroll’s Living At The Movies

Charles Bukowski

dontpushuswhenwerhot:

Joe Strummer sitting with Allen Ginsberg during the Sandinista recording sessions. Allen later recited his poetry on The Clash’s Ghetto Defendant at the Combat Rock sessions.

andrewharlow:

by Takahiro Ogawa

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Stiv Bators, Jim Carroll, et al.

photo by Theresa Kereakes

(Source: playcrack-thesky)

Charles Baudelaire

A Une Passante

from Les Fleurs Du Mal

To a Passer-By

The street about me roared with a deafening sound. 
Tall, slender, in heavy mourning, majestic grief, 
A woman passed, with a glittering hand 
Raising, swinging the hem and flounces of her skirt;

Agile and graceful, her leg was like a statue’s. 
Tense as in a delirium, I drank 
From her eyes, pale sky where tempests germinate, 
The sweetness that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.

A lightning flash… then night! Fleeting beauty 
By whose glance I was suddenly reborn, 
Will I see you no more before eternity?

Elsewhere, far, far from here! too late! never perhaps!
For I know not where you fled, you know not where I go,
O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” 
— Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

Love Poem

Blame

I wrote such a beautiful book for you
‘Bout rainbows and sunshine
And dreams that come true.
But the goat went and ate it
(You knew that he would),
So I wrote you another one
Fast as I could.
Of course it could never be
Nearly as great
As that beautiful book
That silly goat ate.
So if you don’t like
This new book I just wrote-
Blame the goat.

~From A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein

will this next drink

be the drink

that makes me disappear

that makes me less human

that makes you not care

that blinds you to suffering

in yourself

and those around you

that helps

relinquish responsibility

for your actions and words

that helps you

become numb

that makes

the fake smiles

seem real

the heartbreak subside

makes truth

of a lie

have another

it’s on me

in case you had

forgotten

i am a person

who lives

and loves

and writes

and plays

and thinks

and feels

and laughs

even if

it is uncomfortable

for you 

to see me 

as such

to know

that i

just like you

want

and need

and hurt

and fear

and exist

How we need another soul to cling to.

-Sylvia Plath