DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 185): BIER

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papst 3

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 185)

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BIER

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papst 1

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„Bier,

Flüsse und Seen von Bier,

Bier, Bier, Bier.

Das Radio dudelt Liebeslieder,

das Telefon schweigt sich aus,

und die Wände stehen da,

kerzengerade,

und Bier ist alles,

was dir bleibt.“

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hc111

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 184): SONDERLING

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hanker42

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 184)

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SONDERLING

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hanker35

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„Ich bin bloß ein

alter Sonderling

mit goldenen

Flügeln, einem

wabbeligen weißen

Bauch und Augen,

vor denen die

Sonne in Ohnmacht

fällt.“

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hanker34

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 183): FEUERROTE SCHNECKE

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Schnecke Nudibranch|Thomas Reich, www.scubavision.de

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 183)

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FEUERROTE SCHNECKE

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hc19

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„Ich bin eine Schlange,

ich bin die Glasscherbe,

die ins Fleisch schneidet,

ich bin das Blut.

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Ich bin die feuerrote Schnecke,

die nach Hause kriecht.“

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buk3

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DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 57): SEAHORSE

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hanker82

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DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 57)

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SEAHORSE

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hc2

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I own the ticks on a horse
I own his belly and balls
I own this
the way his eyes roll
the way he eats hay
and shits and
stands up asleep

he is mine
this machine
like a blue train I used to play with
when my hands were smaller
and my mind better

I own this horse,
someday I will ride my horse
down all the streets
past the trees we will go
up the mountain
down the valley

ticks and eyes and balls
the both of us
we will go to where kings eat
dandelions
in the giant sea
where thinking is not terror
where eyes do not go out
like Saturday night children

the horse I own and the myself I own
will become blue and nice and clean
again

and I will get off and
wait for you.

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hc112

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DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 56): BLUE COLLAR SOLITUDE

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hanker33

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DIE BESTEN GEDICHTE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 56)

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BLUE COLLAR SOLITUDE

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hanker35

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Picking up two six-packs
after work
to hell with dinner
going to the apartment
and stripping down
to your shorts
throwing your clothes
on the floor
climbing onto the bed
no shower
no bath
sitting up against
the pillow
and cracking open
the first tall beer can
lighting a cigarette
nothing to do
nobody to talk to
looking at the wallpaper
yesterday’s dishes
stacked in the sink
look out the window
the room getting darker
open the second can
of beer
no wife
no tv
no children

sitting in your
underwear
drinking beer
alone

everything’s gone
the foreman
the time clock
the grocery store clerks
the newspaper
the coffee shops

the phone rings
you listen
and listen and
listen

until it stops

another beer

hearing the breath
whistle up your
nostrils

wiggling the right
toe

watching
it.

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hanker42

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