#letitenfoldyou

[owlscastingspells]

Let It Enfold You, by Charles Bukowski

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you

when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman.

I was living a hell in small rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged everything, was continually being evicted, jailed, in and out of fights, in and out of my mind. women were something to screw and rail at, I had no male friends,

I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents, spain, france, italy, walnuts and the color orange. algebra angered me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were for pansies.

peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak and addled mind.

but as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women-it gradually began to occur to me that I wasn’t different

from the others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances, the men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone. everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator.

cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. the less I needed the better I felt.

maybe the other life had worn me down. I no longer found glamour in topping somebody in conversation. or in mounting the body of some poor drunken female whose life had slipped away into sorrow.

I could never accept life as it was, i could never gobble down all its poisons but there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

I re formulated I don’t know when, date, time, all that but the change occurred. something in me relaxed, smoothed out. i no longer had to prove that I was a man,

I didn’t have to prove anything.

I began to see things: coffee cups lined up behind a counter in a cafe. or a dog walking along a sidewalk. or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there with its body, its ears, its nose, it was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself and its eyes looked at me and they were beautiful. then- it was gone.

I began to feel good, I began to feel good in the worst situations and there were plenty of those. like say, the boss behind his desk, he is going to have to fire me.

I’ve missed too many days. he is dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses, he says, ‘I am going to have to let you go’

‘it’s all right’ I tell him.

He must do what he must do, he has a wife, a house, children, expenses, most probably a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing sunshine. the whole day is mine temporarily, anyhow.

(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.

I embraced that stuff like the hottest number, like high heels, breasts, singing, the works.

(don’t get me wrong, there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism that overlooks all basic problems just for the sake of itself- this is a shield and a sickness.)

The knife got near my throat again, I almost turned on the gas again but when the good moments arrived again I didn’t fight them off like an alley adversary. I let them take me, I luxuriated in them, I made them welcome home. I even looked into the mirror once having thought myself to be ugly, I now liked what I saw, almost handsome, yes, a bit ripped and ragged, scares, lumps, odd turns, but all in all, not too bad, almost handsome, better at least than some of those movie star faces like the cheeks of a baby’s butt.

and finally I discovered real feelings of others, unheralded, like lately, like this morning, as I was leaving, for the track, I saw my wife in bed, just the shape of her head there (not forgetting centuries of the living and the dead and the dying, the pyramids, Mozart dead but his music still there in the room, weeds growing, the earth turning, the tote board waiting for me) I saw the shape of my wife’s head, she so still, I ached for her life, just being there under the covers.

I kissed her in the forehead, got down the stairway, got outside, got into my marvelous car, fixed the seatbelt, backed out the drive. feeling warm to the fingertips, down to my foot on the gas pedal, I entered the world once more, drove down the hill past the houses full and empty of people, I saw the mailman, honked, he waved back at me.

[mvtantkid]

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you

when I was a young man I felt these things were

dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing.

I was hard as granite,

I leered at the sun.

I trusted no man and especially no woman.

I was living a hell in small rooms,

I broke things, smashed things,

walked through glass, cursed.

I challenged everything,

was continually being

evicted, jailed,

in and out of fights,

in and out of my mind

women were something to screw

and rail at,

I had no male friends,

I changed jobs and cities,

I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents,spain,

france,italy,walnuts and the color orange. algebra angred me,

opera sickened me,

charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were for pansies.

peace and happiness to me

were signs of inferiority,

tenants of the weak

and addled mind.

but as I went on with

my alley fights, my suicidal years,

my passage through any number of

women-

it gradually began to occur to me

that I wasn't different from the

others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome with hatred,

glossed over with petty grievance,

the men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone.

everybody was nudging, inching, cheating

for some insignificant advantage,

the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty,

darkness was the dictator.

cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times.

I found moments of peace in cheap rooms

just staring at the knobs of some dresser

or listening to the rain in the dark.

the less I needed the better I felt.

maybe the other life had worn me

down.

I no longer found glamour in topping somebody in conversation. or in mounting the body of some poor drunken female whose life had slipped away into sorrow. I could never accept life as it was,

i could never gobble down all its poisons

but there were parts,

tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

I re formulated I don't know when,

date, time, all that

but the change occurred.

something in me relaxed,

smoothed out.

i no longer had to prove

that I was a man,

I didn't have to prove anything.

I began to see things:

coffee cups lined up

behind a counter in a cafe.

or a dog walking along a sidewalk.

or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there with its body, its ears, its nose,

it was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself

and its eyes looked at me and they were beautiful.

then- it was gone.

I began to feel good, I began to feel good

in the worst situations and there were

plenty of those.

like say, the boss behind his desk,

he is going to have to fire me.

I've missed too many days.

he is dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses,

he says, 'I am going to have to let you go'

“it's all right” I tell him.

He must do what he must do,

he has a wife, a house, children, expenses,

most probably a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing sunshine.

the whole day is mine temporarily, anyhow.

(the whole world is at the throat of the world,everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated,

everybody is despondent, disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.

I embraced that stuff like the hottest number,

like high heels, breasts, singing,the works.

(don't get me wrong,

there is such a thing as

cockeyed optimism

that overlooks all basic problems just for the sake of itself-

this is a shield and a sickness.)

The knife got near my throat again,

I almost turned on the gas again

but when the good moments arrived

again

I didn't fight them off like an alley adversary.

I let them take me, I luxuriated in them,

I made them welcome home.

I even looked into the mirror

once having thought myself to be ugly,

I now liked what I saw, almost handsome, yes,

a bit ripped and ragged, scares, lumps,

odd turns, but all in all, not too bad,

almost handsome,

better at least than

some of those movie star faces

like the cheeks of a baby's butt.

and finally I discovered

real feelings of others,

unheralded, like lately, like this morning,

as I was leaving, for the track,

i saw my wife in bed,

just the shape of her head there

(not forgetting centuries of the living and the dead and the dying, the pyramids,

Mozart dead but his music

still there in the room, weeds growing, the earth turning,

the tote board waiting for me)

I saw the shape of my wife's head,

she so still, I ached for her life,

just being there under the covers.

I kissed her in the forehead,

got down the stairway, got outside,

got into my marvelous car,

fixed the seatbelt, backed out the drive.

feeling warm to the fingertips,

down to my foot on the gas pedal,

I entered the world once more,

drove down the hill past the houses

full and empty of people,

I saw the mailman, honked,

he waved back at me.

Charles Bukowski - Let It Enfold You

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[thetidesinitsgrave]

I think that the truth is I'm scared, I think that I'm just scared to live🖤Senses Fail #sensesfail #letitenfoldyou #quote #posthardcore #makeup #rainbow #firehair #yellowhair #girlswithtattoos #girlswithpiercings #tattooedgirls #girlswithlonghair #mermaidhair

[altpress]

#SensesFail #LetItEnfoldYou #Emo The Senses Fail founder stopped by APTV to recall the minutiae that helped launched his band and where he will go with its legacy. Buddy Nielsen has always been painfully honest. Whether he’s throwing down against industry vermin or discussing his own personal horror stories, the lead singer for Senses Fail always delivers. Call it “transparency” or call it “ownership of a mouth that needs shut,” Nielsen is keen to set records straight, even when he looks like the fool with the self-fulfilling prophecy. He stopped by the APTV studio to discuss Senses Fail’s history, specifically and honestly. “After Let It Enfold You came the loss of freedom for me,” Nielsen says, reflecting on his band’s most iridescent release. “I don’t know if I ever got that back. At times at certain record cycles, there’s that not needing to live up to an expectation [feeling]. Once you’ve had success as an artist, it’s really impossible to defy the level of expectation or to recreate or to do any of the things you can do to have the success.” In this candid chat with APTV’s Bobby Makar, Nielsen dives into the very early days of the band. He discusses his worldview as a punk in pre-9/11 America, from being in high school and trying to apply to college to trying to solidify a lineup at the same time. He talks about writing the one song that epitomizes what he wanted the band to be all about. (“It was this dark, sad, poppy thing—but it wasn’t like Alkaline Trio.”) Nielsen is quick to disassemble the myths surrounding his band’s rise to notoriety. It was too early for a lot of social media platforms to kick in; Senses Fail weren’t getting radio play, and MTV still eluded them (“We were getting Fuse…”). But to his credit, Nielsen embraced his naivete more than his ego. “At that time in my life, I was just enjoying the innocence of performing music and traveling around the country,” he says. “There was no expectation. And that’s the most beautiful time in an artist’s existence. After that tour, everything changed.” Later on in the clip, Nielsen discusses what Senses Fail’s next moves are, culminating in the big goal. At the top of that list, though, is making sure he enjoys what's happening. “I have to be happy with what I’m doing, and our fans need to be happy,” he adds. “I’m just trying to maintain what we have.” Nielsen is one of the last honest men in the music scene. But don’t take our word for it: Point and click, friends. Make sure to Subscribe! And tap the bell so you NEVER miss a video: https://bit.ly/2LOLGK5 Visit AltPress – https://ift.tt/2qzxFY5 FACEBOOK - https://ift.tt/1Y1Ulq4 TWITTER – https://twitter.com/altpress/ INSTAGRAM – https://ift.tt/2mqzR2w GET OUR NEWEST ISSUE – https://ift.tt/1L1NcDL SENSES FAIL TWITTER - https://twitter.com/SensesFail/ SENSES FAIL INSTAGRAM - https://ift.tt/2ubFVPU SENSES FAIL FACEBOOK -https://ift.tt/21PQxIM #SensesFail #LetItEnfoldYou #Emo #BuddyNielsen #AP #AltPress #Alternative Press #APTV #CallingAllCars #IfThereIsALightItWillFindYou #StillSearching #PureNoiseRecords by Alternative Press

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[hopeisstillalive]

Music selection today goes out to the realest, @kenniwrestledabearonce! This one's for you, homie. #sensesfail #letitenfoldyou #2004 #posthardcore #rock #music

[a-new-kind-0f-hero]

So let's play doctor babe... #mail #monday #new #sensesfail #letitenfoldyou #vinyl #record #music #love (at Nogales, Arizona)

[benjidarkness]

Letitenfoldyou

[johnnyhorshack]

via Alternative Press

[altpress]

#sensesfail #riotfest #demilovato #SensesFail frontman #BuddyNielsen caught up with #AltPress Assistant Features Editor, Rachel Campbell, at the 2019 #RiotFest to explain why he and pop superstar #DemiLovato should be best friends. Bound by a mutual love of early 2000s Emo, jiu jitsu and a shared PMA, it's just a matter of time before Lovato and Nielsen have matching friendship bracelets. Nielsen also discussed the band's reimagined re-release of their early EP, "From The Depths of Dreams," misheard lyrics and the songs that Senses Fail will NEVER play live. Make sure to Subscribe! And tap the bell so you NEVER miss a video –https://www.youtube.com/user/alternativepressmag?sub_confirmation=1 Visit AltPress– https://ift.tt/2qzxFY5 FACEBOOK– https://ift.tt/1Y1Ulq4 TWITTER– https://twitter.com/altpress/ INSTAGRAM–https://ift.tt/2mqzR2w GET OUR NEWEST ISSUE– https://ift.tt/2Esxwao #ap #altpress #alternativepress #aptv #letitenfoldyou #emo #riotfest by Alternative Press

[krickfinster]

Please do this now I beg

Duct tape my arms and legs

Throw me into the sea.

Please save me.