(via wordboner)
The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.By Wislawa Szymbroska Winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature 1996
(Source: nobelprize.org)
(via sempiterna)
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It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me
And it’s not so hard to see you smoking fags and drinking tea
Its the crummy lost at seasick with a floating on the waves
To join the other flotsam with the ripped up queens and knaves.
There lies a lady, she’s gone and she’s gone
She’ll be a fine lady before too long
But I hit her head and she finished her walking
She shouldn’t be dead, she was too busy talking.
(via malfoyy)
Me in a parallel universe; one where I don’t have insomnia.
I’ll pretend I’m doing something productive…
All this revision for the most part seems useless, frivolous and just utterly boring. But then in piles of genuine tripe for english I re-stumble across Charles Bukowski, and can see a shining light at the end of the A Level tunnel…
Who doesn’t love a poet who lived in LA, gambled, drank, smoked, took drugs and had his way with many a prositute? Well i certainly do. This is just a token to him - as my mind is too full of english to think of anything else that’s vaguely interesting.
My Fate:
like the fox
I run with the hunted
and if I’m not
the happiest man
on earth
I’m surely the
luckiest man
alive.
…
Simple, effective and an infectiously good poet. If he wasn’t dead I’d stalk him.
