Mockingbird Wish Me Luck

av (forfatter).

HarperCollins Ecco 1992 Paperback

Gjennomsnittlig terningkast: 5.50 (4 terningkast.)

19 bokelskere følger dette verket.

Kjøp boken hos

Kjøp bøker hos Se på denne utgaven hos Kjøp boka hos

Inge Hauganes eksemplar av Mockingbird Wish Me Luck


Leser denne nå




Ingen lesedato


Ingen favoritt


Ingen terningkast

Min omtale

Ingen omtale


Forlag HarperCollins Ecco

Utgivelsesår 1992

Format Paperback

ISBN13 9780876851388

Språk Engelsk

Sider 160

Finn boka på biblioteket

Du kan velge et fast favorittbibliotek under innstillinger.

Finner du ikke ditt favorittbibliotek på lista? Send oss e-post til med navn på biblioteket og fylket det ligger i. Kanskje vi kan legge det til!

Bokelskeres terningkastfordeling

2 2 0 0 0 0


Ingen omtaler ennå.

Skriv en omtale Se alle omtaler av verket

Sitater fra dette verket

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a

shotgun, that was style.

Godt sagt! (2) Varsle Svar

a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under the trees and run inside to the pavilion the women giggling, the men pretending calm, wet cigarettes being thrown away, Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian Rhapsody # 2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look, one man sits alone in the rain listening. the audience notices him. they turn and look. the orchestra goes about its business. the man sits in the night in the rain, listening. there is something wrong with him, isn't there? he came to hear the music.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

gnore all possible concepts and possibilities – ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust – just make it, babe, make it: a house a car a belly full of beans pay your taxes fuck and if you can't fuck copulate. make money but don't work too hard – make somebody else pay to relax, and stay of the streets wipe your ass real good use a lot of toilet paper it's bad manners to let people know you shit or could smell like it if you weren't careful.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

the best one can settle for
is an afternoon
with the rent paid, some food in the refrigerator,
and death something like
a bad painting by a bad painter
(that you finally buy because there's not
anything else

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

queers do this
or is it that you're
afraid to die?
biceps, triceps, forceps,
what are you going to do
with muscles?
well, muscles please the the ladies
and keep the bullies
at bay—
is it worth it?
is it worth the collected works
of Balzac?
or a 3 week vacation
in Spain?
or, is it another way of
if you got paid to do it,
you'd hate it.
if a man got paid to make love,
he'd hate it.

still, one needs the
this writing game:
only the brain and soul get
quit your bitching and
do it.
while other people are
you're lifting a mountain
with rivers of poems
running off.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

here I'm supposed to be a great poet
and I'm sleepy in the afternoon
here I am aware of death like a giant bull
charging at me
and I'm sleepy in the afternoon
here I'm aware of wars and men fighting in the ring
and I'm aware of good food and wine and good women
and I'm sleepy in the afternoon
I'm aware of a woman's love
and I'm sleepy in the afternoon,
I lean into the sunlight behind a yellow curtain
I wonder where the summer flies have gone
I remember the most bloody death of Hemingway and
I'm sleepy in the afternoon.

some day I won't be sleepy in the afternoon
some day I'll write a poem that will bring volcanoes
to the hills out there
but right now I'm sleepy in the afternoon
and somebody asks me, "Bukowski, what time is it?"
and I say, "3:16 and a half."
I feel very guilty, I feel obnoxious, useless,
demented, I feel
sleepy in the afternoon,
they are bombing the churches, o.k., that's o.k.,
the libraries are filled with thousands of books of knowledge,
great music sits inside the nearby radio
and I am sleepy in the afternoon,
I have this tomb within myself that says,
ah, let the others do it, let them win,
let me sleep,
the wisdom is in the dark
sweeping through the dark like brooms,
I'm going where the summer flies have gone,
try to catch me.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

there was one

made a thousand dollars

one day

in a town larger than

El Paso

jumping taxies between

universities and ladies'


hell, you can't blame him:

I've worked for $16 a week,

quit, and lived a month on


his wife is suing for divorce

and wants $200 a week


he has to stay famous and



I see his work


Godt sagt! (0) Varsle Svar

at high noon

at a small college near the beach


the sweat running down my arms

a spot of sweat on the table

I flatten it with my finger

blood money blood money

my god they must think I love this like the others

but it's for bread and beer and rent

blood money

I'm tense lousy feel bad

poor people I'm failing I'm failing

a woman gets ut

walks out

slams the door

a dirty poem

somebody told me not to read dirty poems


it's too late.

my eyes can't see some lines

I read it

out -

desperate trembling


they can't hear my voice

and I say,

I quit, that's it, I'm


and later in my room

there's scotch and beer:

the blood of a coward.

this then

will be my destiny_

scrabbling for pennies in dark tiny halls

reading poems I have long since become tired


and I used to think

that men who drove busses

or cleaned out latrines

or murdered men in alleys were


Godt sagt! (0) Varsle Svar

Legg inn et nytt sitat Se alle sitater fra verket

Lister som inneholder dette verket

Litteratur av den sort hvor sympati og kritikk av denne karaktertypen eller tilstanden smelter sammen. Kom gjerne med kommentarer og forslag til utvidelse (både dikt, drama og prosa godtas, hvis en overbevisende forklaring er lagt til grunn)! Med tanke på at outsideren er en av de mest utbredte motivene i litteraturen, kan vi avgrense listen en smule ved å kun nevne bøker hvor hovedpersonen eller hovedfokuset er en slik skikkelse, kanskje særlig hvis det er av typen 'mannen mot verden' eller 'gode idealer mot realitetene' etc. Eller for den saks skyld individer lidende av dekadense, desillusjoner eller weltschmerz. Nuvel, nøl ikke! med andre ord.

Godt sagt! (36) Varsle Svar

Du vil kanskje også like

  • "Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Notes of a Dirty Old Man" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Pulp" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Hot Water Music" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Hollywood" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Tales of Ordinary Madness" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Love is a Dog From Hell" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Drit i døden, her er Dan Turèll - dikt i utvalg" av Dan Turèll
  • "The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses" av Charles Bukowski
  • "Timequake" av Kurt Vonnegut
  • "Howl and Other Poems (City Lights Pocket Poets Series)" av Allen Ginsberg
  • "Naked Lunch - The Restored Text (Harper Perennial Modern Classics)" av William S. Burroughs
Alle bokanbefalinger for dette verket