0006. La cause et l’effet // Le viol de la sainte mère

La cause et l’effet 

Les meilleurs meurent souvent de leur propre main

juste pour se libérer

et ceux qui restent

ne comprennent jamais vraiment

pourquoi

on voudrait 

se libérer

d’eux

Cause And Effect

the best often die by their own hand 

just to get away,

and those left behind

can never quite understand

why anybody

would ever want to

get away

from

them 

Le Viol de la Sainte Mère

montrer son cul sur le papier

en terrifie certains

et c’est normal : 

plus vous le montrez

plus vous vous

exposez

à ceux qui se cataloguent comme

«critiques»

ils s’offensent 

des bouffonneries des

fous.

ils préfèrent que leur poésie soit

secrète

douce et 

presque

indéchiffrable.

ils ont eu la 

paix pendant

des siècles.

le temple des 

snobs et des imposteurs.

troubler ce sanctuaire

c’est pour eux comme

le Viol de la Sainte Mère.

en outre, ç a leur

coûterait

leurs femmes

leurs voitures

leurs petites amis

leurs postes à l’

université. 

Les Académies ont beaucoup à

craindre

et elles ne mourront pas

sans livrer un 

sale combat

mais nous 

sommes prêts depuis longtemps

nous sortons des ruelles

des bars et des prisons

nous nous foutons de la manière dont ils

écrivent la poésie

mais nous disons qu’il y a 

d’autres voix

d’autres façons de créer

d’autres façons de vivre sa

vie

et nous avons l’intention d’être 

entendus entendus

entendus

dans ce combat contre les 

Siècle de la Mort

Innée

qu’on sache que 

nous sommes arrivés et que

nous avons l’intention de 

rester. 

The Rape of the Holy Mother

to expose your ass on paper

terrifies some

and

it should:

the more you put down

the more you leave yourself

open

to those who label themselves

"critics."

they are offended by the out-

right antics of the

maddened.

they prefer their posey to be

secretive

soft and

nearly

indecipherable.

their game has remained un-

molested for

centuries.

it has been the temple of

the snobs and the

fakers.

to disrupt this sanctuary

is to them like

the Rape of the Holy Mother.

besides that, it would also

cost them

their wives

their automobiles

their girlfriends

their University

jobs.

the Academics have much to

fear

and they will not die

without

a dirty fight

but we

have long been ready

we have come from the alleys

and the bars and the

jails

we don't care how they

write the poem

but we insist that there are

other voices

other ways of creating

other ways of living the

life

and we intend to be

heard and heard and

heard

in this battle against the

Centuries of the Inbred

Dead

let it be known that

we have arrived and

intend to

stay.

BUKOWSKI

0003. Evangiles : Bukowski, the god father

The heart laughing

Life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be on the watch.
There are ways out.
There is a light somewhere.
It may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
Be on the watch.
The gods will offer you chances.
Know them.
Take them.
You can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
Your life is your life.
Know it while you have it.
You are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Charles Bukowski

Roll the dice 

If you’re going to try, go all the way.

Otherwise, don’t even start. 

If you’re going to try, go all the way.

This could mean losigin girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.

Go all the way.

It could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.

It could mean freezing on a park bench.

It could mean jail,

it could mean derision, mockery, isolation.

Isolation is the gift, all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. 

And you’ll do it

Despite rejection and the worst odds and it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

If you’re going to try,

go all the way.

There is no other feeling like that.

You will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire.

Do it, do it, do it.

Do it.

All the way.

All the way.

You will ride life straight to perfect laughter, its the only good fight there is. 

Charles Bukowski