The quote above just may be one of my favourite quotes in all of literature after Baudelaire‘s opening strophe from The Seven Old Men (Les Sept Vieillards): Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves, / Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant!/ Les mystères partout coulent comme des sèves/ Dans les canaux étroits du colosse puissant. Swarming city/ city full of dreams/ Where in Broad Day light the Spectre accosts the passer-bye/ Where Mysteries flow around us like tree sap, through the narrow canals of a mighty giant./
But I’m not sharing it with you to reminisce about the past, or because of my love for French literature. I bring it up because it encapsulations this most recent period of my life. Let me translate it for you: The Colonel resembled that women who having had a fever lasting 15 years, thought that she was afflicted by another malade when she was cured. You see she had been estranged from good health for so long she mistook it for another horrible reminder of her mortality that are countless despite the best efforts of medical books and modern technology.
So I live in Jersey now and it is only when in walking through my new endroit, that I see the lights and the army of steeled Colossi that would have given Rabelais‘ Gargantua a shock. The majority of the bills are being paid on time, The rent isn’t an issue. I am in good health. The other day in basketball shorts, sandals and a plain white t-shirt I sat in an ice-cream shop, eating a giant soft ice-cream cone. I’m not super-stressed the whitening of the hair around my beard has slowed down.
I don’t know how to deal with life when it’s not eviscerating, that the conclusion when I found out that not only was my lady 8-9 weeks pregnant. I was happy and confused because happiness and I aren’t well acquainted
for the concerned:, by Charles Bukowski
if you get married they think you’re
and if you’re without a woman they think you’re
a large portion of my readers want me to
keep writing about bedding down with madwomen and
also, about being in jails and hospitals, or
puking my guts
I agree that complacency hardly engenders an
but neither does
for those readers now
sick at heart
believing that I’m a contented
please have some
cheer: agony sometimes change
it never ceases for
I look in the mirror sometimes and yesterday seems like many lifetimes ago. Lately before laying down I stare out of the window for a good few minutes. I count the cats prowling on their beat. parenthood doesn’t scare me, like with many other things no matter how much you prepare, and of course you should, you can’t never be ready to deal with the consequences after you helped usher a new life and of course a new way of looking at the world independent from its parental auguries.
I’m at a strange place in life. Yes I still have my agonies, J’ai toujours mes emmerdes. I think I will always be off center a bit but. Things are getting interesting I must say.
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