Dort geht es weiter. Lyrik von mir, auf deutsch.
The Laughing Heart
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats darkness. be on the watch. the gods offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.
Charles Bukowski
In my Craft or Sullen Art
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
Dylan Thomas (1946)
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The older I get, the more I feel disconnected from reality, the more I feel that life is but a dream, a stream of consecutive memories.
F. Scott Fitzgerald:
Sir – I have read your story, “Benjamin Button,” in Collier’s, and I want to say that as a writer you are a good lunatic. I have seen many big pieces of cheese in my time, but you are the biggest, and I don’t know why I waste this paper and my time on you, but I will.
Sincerely, Your Friend and Constant Reader.
[name redacted]
(via Conversations With F. Scott Fitzgerald, edited by Matthew J. Bruccoli and Judith S. Baughman)
Big piece of cheese!!!!! Best. Insult. Ever.
(Source: thelifeguardlibrarian)
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