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  • Bukowski, Gazzara, Ferreri and co


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    Style is the answer to everything.
    Fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous day.
    To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style.
    To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art.
    Bullfighting can be an art.
    Boxing can be an art.
    Loving can be an art.
    Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
    Not many have style.
    Not many can keep style.
    I have seen dogs with more style than men.
    Although not many dogs have style.
    Cats have it with abundance.

    When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style.
    For sometimes people give you style.
    Joan of Arc had style.
    John the Baptist.
    García Lorca.
    I have met men in jail with style.
    I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
    Style is a difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
    Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you, walking
    naked out of the bathroom without seeing me.





    Extrait de Tales of Ordinary Madness de Marco Ferreri d'après le roman de Charles Bukowski (1920–1994).

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    And the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to high.

    And the jets whip across its sight
    and rockets leap like toads…


    Peace is no longer, for some reason, precious
    Madness drifts like lily pads
    on a pond circling senselessly…


    The painters paint

    Dipping their reds and greens and yellows
    poets rhyme their loneliness
    musicians starve as always

    and novelists miss the mark…

    But not the pelican , the gull
    Pelicans dip and dive, rise
    shaking shocked half-dead
    radioactive fish in their beaks…


    The sky breaks red and orange

    Flowers open as they always have opened

    but covered with thin dust of rocket fuel

    and mushrooms, poison mushrooms…


    And in a million rooms, lovers lie entwined and lost and sick as peace…
    Can’t we awaken?

    Must we forever, dear friends, die in our sleep?





    Extrait du poème And the sun wields mercy de Charles Bukowski

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