The Best Written Words For The Worst Shitty Days: “Bowery Blues”
Bowery Blues by Jack Kerouac
The story of man
Makes me sick
I don’t know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.
I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don’t know
Where to turn
In the Void
For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
Of New York
And on the cafeteria
O dead Ruby
Died of Shot
In Thirty Two,
Sounding like old times
And de bombed
Murder by the clock.
And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.
I can’t take it
If I can’t hold
My little behind
To me in my room
Then it’s goodbye
Girls aren’t as good
As they look
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
We’ve been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
I dunno, but I think he’s sending out a subliminal message here.
The Best Written Words For The Worst Shitty Days: “Fear”
Fear by Raymond Carver
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I’ve been told won’t bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children’s handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they’ll die before I do, and I’ll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.
I’ve said that.
Is this Morrissey hanging out with you-know-who backstage at the BBC’s ‘Top of the Pops’ back in 1989? Fancy that!
It’s strikingly admirable to see them both grinning like good old chums here.
Has the world change or have I changed?
Song of the Day: ‘Satellite of Love’, Morrissey
Here’s Morrissey paying tribute to Lou Reed with a breathtaking live version of ‘Satellite of Love’.
I guess genius does herd with genius after all.
The Best Written Words For The Worst Shitty Days: “Remorse”
Remorse by Jorge Luis Borges
I have committed the worst of sins
One can commit. I have not been
Happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion
Take and engulf me, mercilessly.
My parents bore me for the risky
And the beautiful game of life,
For earth, water, air and fire.
I failed them, I was not happy.
Their youthful hope for me unfulfilled.
I applied my mind to the symmetric
Arguments of art, its web of trivia.
They willed me bravery. I was not brave.
It never leaves me. Always at my side,
That shadow of a melancholy man.