Before moving into V54, I brought some books with me and plan to read them in my free time. For my own record, I wish to create a book blog series for collection of inspiration so I could look back on these posts to see if things are useful.
The People Look Like Flowers At Last is the first ever poetry book I read.
There are a few poems I like. These poems provide a visual image and I think the readers can understand the emotions he tried to convey by imagining the scene he described.
“morning night and noon
the traffic moves through
and the murder and treachery
of friends and lovers
and all the people
move through you.
pain is the joy of knowing
the unkindest truth
that arrives without
warning.
life is being alone
death is being alone.
even the fools weep
morning night and noon.”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“a plausible finish"
There ought to be a place to go
when you can't sleep
or you're tired of getting drunk
and the grass doesn't work anymore,
and I don't mean to go
to hash or cocaine,
I mean a place to go to besides
the death that's waiting
or to a love that doesn't work
anymore.
There ought to be a place to go
when you can't sleep
besides to a TV set or to a movie
or to buy a newspaper
or to read a novel.
It's not having a place to go
that creates the people now in madhouses
and the suicides.
I supposed what most people do
when there isn't any place to go
is to go to some place or to something
that hardly satisfies them,
and this ritual tends to sandpaper them
down to where they can somehow continue even
without hope.
Those faces you see every day on the streets
were not created
entirely without
hope: be kind to them:
like you
they have not
escaped.”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
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