terça-feira, 12 de julho de 2011

a note on the masses

private hells made public
often puzzle the readers:
they wonder how this one
or that one
can endure and
well, there’s a secret:
don’t expect too
much of Humanity,
they have been
practicing hatred
for centuries,
it’s passed down
refined and
oh, they have become
very good at that—
their hatreds blossom
with ever more frequent
our public hell creates a
private hell and
there is no hell
except on
once you accept
this premise
you will be free to
on your own terms
and you will never
know loneliness
and death will be as
consider yourself
blessed in the

Charles Bukowski, Bone Palace Ballet, New Poems, Black Sparrow Press, Santa Rosa, 1997.

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