Tuggben, Surgubbe 2022-06-11 12:20 | #1
Jag har nästan alla hans böcker, fantastisk författare men väldigt otrevlig mot kvinnor på fyllan.

Kulturombud, Donator 2022-06-11 14:01 | #2
#1 Tuggben: Grymt! Vilken bok rekommenderar du att börja med för en som precis upptäckt han? Fastnade i hans dikter/rants igår när jag var full och älskade det.

Tuggben, Surgubbe 2022-06-11 16:08 | #3
#2 Kulturombud: Postverket är jävligt kul :D

Gothamjoke, Donator 2022-06-11 16:42 | #4
Aa, hans böcker är otroligt bra. Hela hans serie är sjukt bra. Hans stil att skriva gör att man kan läsa i flera timmar i streck utan att bli uttråkad. Han beskriver saker i den detalj läsaren behöver. Inte för mycket, och inte för lite.

Kulturombud, Donator 2022-06-11 17:06 | #5
The Soldier, His Wife and the Bum

I was a bum in San Francisco but once managed
to go to a symphony concert along with the well-dressed people
and the music was good but something about the
audience was not
and something about the orchestra
and the conductor was
not,
although the building was fine and the
acoustics perfect
I preferred to listen to the music alone
on my radio
and afterwards I did go back to my room and I
turned on the radio but
then there was a pounding on the wall:
“SHUT THAT GOD-DAMNED THING OFF!”

there was a soldier in the next room
living with his wife
and he would soon be going over there to protect
me from Hitler so
I snapped the radio off and then heard his
wife say, “you shouldn’t have done that.”
and the soldier said, “FUCK THAT GUY!”
which I thought was a very nice thing for him
to tell his wife to do.
of course,
she never did.

anyhow, I never went to another live concert
and that night I listened to the radio very
quietly, my ear pressed to the
speaker.

war has its price and peace never lasts and
millions of young men everywhere would die
and as I listened to classical music I heard them making love, desperately and
mournfully, through Shostakovich, Brahms,
Mozart, through crescendo and climax,
and through the shared
wall of our darkness

Tuggben, Surgubbe 2022-06-11 20:12 | #6
#5 Kulturombud: Här har du en riktigt fin en.

Freedom
he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and loved
the way she told him things that seemed true
but were not, and he knew the color of each
of her dresses
and her shoes-he knew the stock and curve of
each heel
as well as the leg shaped by it.

and she was out again and when he came home, and
she'd come back with that special stink again,
and she did
she came in at 3 a.m in the morning
filthy like a dung eating swine
and
he took out a butchers knife
and she screamed
backing into the rooming house wall
still pretty somehow
in spite of love's reek
and he finished the glass of wine.

that yellow dress
his favorite
and she screamed again.

and he took up the knife
and unhooked his belt
and tore away the cloth before her
and cut off his balls.

and carried them in his hands
like apricots
and flushed them down the
toilet bowl
and she kept screaming
as the room became red

GOD O GOD!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

and he sat there holding 3 towels
between his legs
no caring now whether she left or
stayed
wore yellow or green or
anything at all.

and one hand holding and one hand
lifting he poured
another wine