Sandra is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown she s always high in heels spirit pills booze Sandra leans out of her chair leans toward Glendale I wait for her head to hit the closet doorknob as she attempts to light a new cigarette on an almost burnt-out one at 32 she likes young neat unscratched boys with faces like the bottoms of new saucers she has proclaimed as much to me has brought her prizes over for me to view: silent blonde zeros of young flesh who a) sit b) stand c) talk at her command sometimes she brings one sometimes two sometimes three for me to view Sandra looks very good in long gowns Sandra could probably break a man s heart I hope she finds one. me women don t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech. I know this because I m a woman. hahaha, I laughed. so don t worry about your breakup with Susan because she ll just leech onto somebody else. we talked a while longer then I said goodbye hungup went into the crapper and took a good beershit mainly thinking, well, I m still alive and have the ability to expell wastes from my body. and poems. and as long as that s happening I have the ability to handle betrayal loneliness hangnail clap and the economic reports in the financial section. with that I stood up wiped flushed then thought: it s true: I know how to love. I pulled up my pants and walked into the other room. Bukowski, the poet that not even translation betrays him, this is how I found Bukowski. An amazing poet that has rich soiled land in which he can plow however he wants according to his rich dictionary, and its enormous space yields him great production, even though some of his writings words isn't taken from old English but rather from modern English or papers English, and he intentionally do so, so he chooses easier words and rather pour his focus on the poetic image.

a plate glass window junkies 99 to one the crunch a horse with greenblue eyes THREE Scarlet red up and down like a flower in the rain light brown This collection contains a poem that not only introduced me to Knut Hamsun (who is now one of my favorite authors), but I’ve always kept in mind as a darkly comical motivation for being a writer: How to be a Good Writer Knox Chandler– arrangement, composition, bass, cello, guitar, loops, production, programming, sampling, vocals, toy piano dark shades prayer in bad weather melancholia a stethoscope case eat your heart out the retreat I made a mistake

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Beginning with a number of stills and the sound of a voice reciting poetry, the stillness gives its place to the perpetual movement that characterizes the movie, starting with a live performance in the slums of Manila, introducing the protagonist, Orphea, shining within the grotesqueness of the environment she inhabits. A discussion in a night club about the benefits of slavery soon gives its place to violence, with the film gradually becoming a mixture of road movie and musical, as the the protagonist finds out about the death of her beloved Euridico, but still insists on searching for him, even if her travels bring her down to hell.

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And talking about Stangenberg, “Love is a Dog from Hell” is a true triumph for her, as Khavn asked everything from her, and she delivered in the most impressive fashion. Apart from singing, dancing, and sawing pigs, Orphea also crawls in the mud, vomits, climbs trees, plays with kids in punk haircuts courtesy of Khavn, fakeplays a guitar, walks all over the place in her heels and red cape, and in general, does it all, in a truly hard-working performance that embodies the style of the whole production perfectly. Henry Charles Bukowski (August 16, 1920, Andernach, Germany - March 9, 1994, San Pedro Peninsula Hospital) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles. To all of you who know what it is like to be devoured by lust and purity; to the broken-hearted; to the bohemians and the idealists: alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. Henry Charles Bukowski (born as Heinrich Karl Bukowski) was a German-born American poet, novelist and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.It is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books