Thursday, November 17, 2022

Tales of Ordinary Madness


 I've never been lonely. 

I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. 

I've been depressed. 

I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- 

but I never felt that one other person 

could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...

or that any number of people could enter that room. 

In other words, 

 loneliness is something I've never been bothered with 

because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. 

It's being at a party, or at a stadium 

full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. 

I'll quote Ibsen, 

"The strongest men are the most alone." 

I've never thought,

 "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here 

and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, 

and I'll feel good.

" No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, 

"Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? 

Just sit there?

" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. 

It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. 

Let them stupidify themselves. 

I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. 

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. 

That's all. 

Sorry for all the millions, 

but I've never been lonely. 

I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. 

Let's drink more wine! 

 
Charles Bukowski

 

3 comments:

Suzana said...

Totul e atat de trist! Prea trist!

Poza e perfect in concordanta cu textul!

Cu solutiile e mai complicat!

Bob Bushell said...

Beautiful images, the photo and the poem, fantastic.

Anonymous said...

Both poem and picture go together well. The picture is especially enigmatic. I like your blog (kwarkito)

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