Red Rose City
Charles Bukowski - answer to a note on the dresser:

the price of the sun is the tulip rotting black
and the prince on his knees
and a boy born without eyes
and a kitten without a bird,
                           nothing but twine
and waiting
          and whores dipping hearts in poison,
and exhaust and exhaustion
and the bliss and the kiss of syphilis,
drag  down the vines
the broken-foot bottles,
                        I keep saying
ha ha ha the giants
the giant sun
am I, the giant.    our sun
tonight
             without sun
your shoes alone without you in them
and I alone frying steaks and drinking beer
and listening to Wagner
the price of the sun,
the price of the sun,
and I don’t give a damn if you never come back.  



Came across this during my search for love poems for a little scrapbook I’m putting together for newly married friends. Obviously can’t include it, but this is also love and it deserves its space. 

Sam says RELAX

Sam says RELAX

As a poet and former member of several bands, I’m well excited about this series of talks exploring the relationship between poetry and song lyrics. So I’m off to see le Cocker (long-term crush) reading his lyrics tomorrow evening. It’s going to be a beardy, nerd-speccy night of joy. Will report back..

Report-speak translated.

X is a friendly student who gets on well with other members of the class = Gosh, does X like to CHAT.

X has a gift for communication = see above

X makes good contributions to pair work = see above

X is a creative thinker = X likes to doodle. Pretty flowers, hearts and butterflies.

X applies herself during class = …physically applies herself to the nearest male.

X has developed a wide range of skills in this area = I’ve only had X for four days so I’m a bit foggy on the details, but it looks like she’s doing ok.

X is a quiet, well-behaved student = I sometimes forget X is there.

Overall, X shows real potential as a language learner = X could seriously be good at this, if only she’d do some work.

I wish X all the best for the future = No hard feelings, X; you may be a skiver of the first order, but I like you.

And in the evening when the lights are low… there’s lovely, beautiful, amazing Nina.

Yellow 2: Inside the monastery

Yellow 2: Inside the monastery

Yellow 1: Glasshampton Monastery, Worcs

Yellow 1: Glasshampton Monastery, Worcs