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the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures; Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress; and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot. I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad. it’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing, there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust. —from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"
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The People Look Like Flowers At Last, Charles Bukowski
- Langue
- Année de publication
- 2008
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- Titre
- The People Look Like Flowers At Last
- Sous-titre
- New Poems
- Langue
- Anglais
- Auteurs
- Charles Bukowski
- Éditeur
- Ecco
- Publié
- 2008
- Format
- souple
- Pages
- 320
- ISBN10
- 0060577088
- ISBN13
- 9780060577087
- Séries
- Mots clés
- Fiction, Poésie, Littérature contemporaine, Classiques, Littérature américaine, Série, Anthologies
- Première publication
- 2007
- Titre original
- The People Look Like Flowers at Last
- Évaluation
- 4,1 sur 5
- Description
- the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures; Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress; and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot. I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad. it’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing, there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust. —from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"