Een Bukowski-dag

05 september 2007

Heppie dat ook wel eens, zo’n Bukowski-dag? Zo’n dag dat je zes uur in de trein zit, zonder ooit het reisdoel te halen? Zo’n dag dat het niet regent maar miezert? Zo’n dag waarvan je al gauw zegt: ” Die had van mij niet gehoeven”. Dat is een Bukowski-dag, m’n beste.

gamblers all

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more.

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.

it’s been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another day.


free music


4 Reacties

  1. Anoniem schreef:

    Mmm ja volgens mij had ik zo’n dag vandaag, gisteren en eergisteren. Xafax vandaag trouwens ook ;o)haha.
    Dus tijd om ff te gaan zoemen zoals jij dat noemt!


  2. ^^
    Het systeem heeft wel wat opstart-hikkies idd :-/

  3. Boesje schreef:

    Hou d’r toch mee op.

  4. Waaahaa Tommie,

    Nu krijg ik ‘m zelf rond de oren 🙂