You ever count the stars? I can’t ever get the same number, they keep changin’ on me. I don’t even know what a star is, exactly. Well, your body knows, it’s your mind that forgot.
After a mythic cattle drive or a bone-wearying spring roundup, the cowboy, looking for release and diversion, commonly finds his way to the nearest saloon where he becomes deeply and famously drunk.
DREAMLESSLY By: Charles Bukowski old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as i walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows of nursing homes I can see that it is no longer with them. I see people sitting on park benches and i can see by the way they sit and look that it is gone. I see people driving cars and I see by the way they drive their cars that they...
Song of Myself [excerpt] by Walt Whitman Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems; You shall possess the good of the earth and sun - (there are millions of suns...
If anyone’s into cool cartoons set to inspirational quotes you should check out this guys work. He does cartoons for quotes of the likes of: Hunter S. Thompson, Henry Rollins, Kurt Vonnegut, George Carlin, Plato, Chinese Proverbs, etc.
When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer by Walt Whitman WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and...
113th Chorus by Jack Kerouac Got up and dressed up and went out & got laid Then died and got buried in a coffin in the grave, Man— Yet everything is perfect, Because it is empty, Because it is perfect with emptiness, Because it’s not even happening. Everything Is Ignorant of its own emptiness— Anger Doesn’t like to be reminded of fits— You start with the Teaching Inscrutable of the Diamond...
RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS KHABAROVSK OR ANYPLACE One grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. One not necessarily very beautiful man or woman who loves you. One fine day.
The Near Departed by Richard Matheson I couldn’t find this anywhere on the internet so I figured I’d type it up for anyone who wanted to read it. [[MORE]] The small man opened the door and stepped in out of the glaring sunlight. He was in his early fifties, a spindly, plain looking man with receding gray hair. He closed the door without a sound, then stood in the shadowy foyer,...
A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor [[MORE]] The grandmother didn’t want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennes- see and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey’s mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting on the edge of his chair at the table, bent over the orange sports section of the...
Where are Whitman’s wild children, where the great voices speaking out with a sense of sweetness and sublimity, where the great new vision, the great world-view, the high prophetic song of the immense earth and all that sings in it And our relation to it- Poets, decsend to the street of the world once more And open your minds & eyes with the old visual delight, Clear your throat...
I got into bed, opened the bottle, worked the pillow into a hard knot behind my back, took a deep breath, and sat in the dark looking out the window. It was the first time I had been alone for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The...
Seven simple rules of going into hiding One: Never trust a cop in a raincoat. Two: Beware of enthusiasm and of love, both are temporary and quick to sway. Three: If asked if you care about the world’s problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will never ask you again. Four: Never give your real name. Five: If ever asked to look at yourself, don’t. Six: Never do...
The Great Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein [[MORE]] Now in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told that she could smoke them faster than anyone can roll Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a...
Travels with Steinbeck: The Pearl →
amyhuff: The Pearl is based on a story Steinbeck learned from the people of La Paz while on his journey around the Sea of Cortez. He includes the story in the Sea of Cortez book in a few sentences and I felt it would be nice to include that version here. If you’d rather not know what happens, feel free to skip below. An indian boy by accident found a pearl of great size, an unbelievable...