I am in here.
Tom Waits reads a Charles Bukowski poem. I’ve always loved Bukowski’s poetry, even in spite of the fact that most poetry magazine information sheets tell you that they won’t accept Bukowski type poems. They’re getting awfully bloodless, these modern poetry places. Related articles by Zemanta Saturday poem: funhouse by Charles Bukowski (guardian.co.uk) Charles Bukowski: Locked … Continue reading Tom Waits reads Charles Bukowski
… I came across this, from a visit to Giverny a couple of years ago. Related articles by Zemanta Insider’s guide to Normandy (telegraph.co.uk)
Image via Wikipedia From staring today at the sidewalks of Boulder, I have come up with a realization: Those young kids who want to have the glory of participating in modern culture, but actually have nothing to say, will scrawl the names of dead black musicians on walls and sidewalks. This is true whether here … Continue reading Music in sidewalks
… He had also wandered in the woods where one finds happiness, or at least peace, and he knew the words that fit the locked compartments of the soul, like keys, and open them. — Halldor Laxness
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