#RoomingHouse
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sunsetquotes · 2 years ago
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I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
Charles Bukowski; The Roominghouse Madrigals
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pastnotfuture · 1 year ago
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"He wants golfballs and glass walls. I want quiet thunder. Our disappointment sits between us"
The Roominghouse Madrigals. Charles Bukowski
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bebs-art-gallery · 1 year ago
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Death and the Soldier (1917) by Hans Larwin | Margaret Atwood, from “Roominghouse, Winter” The Animals in That Country
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armoralor · 1 year ago
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Shin Hati from Ahsoka ✰ Please Refrain by Robert Polito (x) The Roominghouse Madrigals by Charles Bukowski (x) ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nb women ♡
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joytri · 1 year ago
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We must resist. We must refuse to disappear.
Death and the Soldier (1917) by Hans Larwin | Margaret Atwood, from “Roominghouse, Winter” The Animals in That Country
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mysterieuxclairdelune · 2 years ago
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-Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
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-Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems
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-Heather Davis, The Clearing
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cowboylikesubai · 2 years ago
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i finished watching all of us are dead and it killed me so...here's a web weave on it <3
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken / John Fowles / Edward Young / unknown / unknown / Roominghouse, Winter by Margaret Atwood / All of Us are Dead, 2023 / Matilda by Harry Styles / epiphany by Taylor Swift
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allthegothihopgirls · 4 months ago
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the walking dead (2010)
little gidding, t.s eliot / i was made for sunny days, the weepies / unknown, sue zhao / unknown, david foster wallace / roominghouse winter, margaret atwood / unknown / for emma, bon iver / 1Q84, haruki murakami / waltz #2 (xo), elliott smith / unknown / love letters or suicide notes, doc luben
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toavoidtherush · 6 months ago
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THERE'S NO JUSTICE, THERE'S JUST ME
frances molina, o' death / michael creese, grim reaper / silas denver melvin, poem in which the vulture flees / dorianne laux, death comes to me again, a girl / hugo simberg, the garden of death / haruki murkami, hard boiled wonderland and the end of the world / markus zusak, the book thief / ethel cain, ptolemaea / emile jean-horace vernet, the angel of death / emily dickinson, because i could not stop for death / margaret atwood, roominghouse winter / albert pinkham ryder, the race track (death on a pale horse) / ken chen, you may visit the cosmos but you may not speak of it / charlie kaufman and iain reid, i'm thinking of ending things / neil gaiman, the sandman / a. hering, death and the maiden / neil gaiman and terry pratchett, good omens / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / michel voogt, reaper / terry pratchett, reaper man.
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waiting-eyez · 10 months ago
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I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.
(Charles Bukowski)
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dwellsinparadise · 1 year ago
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People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
—Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 1 year ago
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People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
—Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems 1946-1966. I never could get much into Bukowski, but when I lived in Germany in the seventies, I kept running into Bukowski's works—in German—and discovered then that this proud Angeleno was actually a German, born in the wine country around Andernach. And when you think about it, there's a great deal of that German solipsism in him.
[Robert Scott Horton]
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reblrths · 2 years ago
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richard siken // the last of us 1.08 // fellowship of the ring, j.r.r. tolkien // cat's eye, margaret atwood // euripides, anne carson // smoke signals, phoebe bridgers // a league of their own 1.07 // if i should come upon your house lonely in the west texas desert, natalie diaz // roominghouse, winter, Margaret Atwood // the myth of music, rachel m. harper // monsterland 1.05 // ya'aburnee, halsey // no drowning, the mountain goats // clouds 2020 // supernatural 2.21 // the last of us 1.09 // matilda, harry styles // pen15 2.07 // the song of achilles, madeleine miller // julia hoban // pen15 2.03 // return of the king, j.r.r. tolkien
if you had thrown yourself down into the lion's den, my brother, i would follow you in. @cfcannons
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violettesiren · 24 days ago
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Catprints, dogprints, marks of ancient children have made the paths we follow
to the vestibule, piled with overshoes, ownerless letters a wooden sled.
The threadbare treads on the stairs. The trails worn by alien feet
in time through the forest snowdrifts of the corridor to this remnant, this discarded door
What disturbs me in the bathroom is the unclaimed toothbrush.
In the room itself, none of the furniture is mine.
The plates are on the table to weight it down.
I call you sometimes To make sure you are still there.
Tomorrow, when you come to dinner They will tell you I never lived here.
My window is a funnel for the shapes of chaos
In the backyard, frozen bones, the childrens' voices, derelict objects
Inside, the wall buckles; the pressure
balanced by this clear small silence.
We must resist. We must refuse to disappear
I said, in exile survival is the first necessity.
After that (I say this tentatively) we might begin
Survive what? you said.
In the weak light you looked over your shoulder. You said
Nobody ever survives.
Roominghouse, Winter by Margaret Atwood
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xray-vex · 4 months ago
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the genius of the crowd
the first time i heard this poem, i couldn't stop thinking about it
and haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.
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There is enough treachery, hatred, violence, Absurdity in the average human being To supply any given army on any given day.
AND The Best At Murder Are Those Who Preach Against It. And The Best At Hate Are Those Who Preach LOVE AND THE BEST AT WAR --FINALLY--ARE THOSE WHO PREACH PEACE
Those Who Preach GOD NEED God Those Who Preach PEACE Do Not Have Peace. THOSE WHO PREACH LOVE DO NOT HAVE LOVE BEWARE THE PREACHERS Beware The Knowers. Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS
Beware Those Who Either Detest Poverty Or Are Proud Of It
BEWARE Those Quick To Praise For They Need PRAISE In Return
BEWARE Those Who Are Quick To Censure: They Are Afraid Of What They Do Not Know
Beware Those Who Seek Constant Crowds; They Are Nothing Alone Beware The Average Man The Average Woman BEWARE Their Love
Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred There Is Enough Genius In Their Hatred To Kill You, To Kill Anybody.
Not Wanting Solitude Not Understanding Solitude They Will Attempt To Destroy Anything That Differs From Their Own Not Being Able To Create Art They Will Not Understand Art
They Will Consider Their Failure As Creators Only As A Failure Of The World
Not Being Able To Love Fully They Will BELIEVE Your Love Incomplete AND THEN THEY WILL HATE YOU
And Their Hatred Will Be Perfect
Like A Shining Diamond Like A Knife Like A Mountain LIKE A TIGER LIKE Hemlock Their Finest ART
[From The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems 1946-1966]
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creconsult · 6 months ago
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