solitude (1)

To the lake of my aloneness
No river flows
I am contained by mountains of my making.
Without wave I wait, wanting; but no heron
comes and no swan goes.
The day delivers its indifferent glances;
Night passes, merely pausing to adjust
an artificial rose.
I hold nothing but reflections;
I wake to my own shallows, I sleep soundly
without repose.
Will no appled boy paddle in me?
Has no one a boat to float on me?
Must I quench my thirst, drink myself up
and drown?

-Ronald Duncan, 1961 (no 3 from The Solitudes)-

schiermonnikoog: leaving at 7:30 am

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dahlias near callantsoog

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bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

-Charles Bukoswski, 1991-

huize helena (1)

flapping plastic next door makes earplugs indispensible

kwibus

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