In spite of hosts of deniers, and asserters, and wise-men, and professors, I come from a land where people still are adverse to sitting down to dine thirteen at a table, or being helped to salt, or walking under a ladder, of seeing a single magpie flirting his chequered tale. We, the Celts, on other hand visionary without scratching, do not believe in witches, but we know them too well!
So, when someone e-mailed me the pictured below short-of-literary-got-me-sprung-bible-dip I couldn’t resist [despite being fully aware my love life is like everyone else’s —great, and then terrible, and then non-existent…].
Hmmm… Unfortunately the book I had next to me was Bukowski’s —already off on the wrong foot— “The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship”, in his Spanish version. I flipped to page 45, and there it was, right at the top:
“It’s 1 a.m. Why don’t I stop now and get some sleep?”
Damn! I know things are rough all over, and anybody who wanders around the world saying, “Hell yes, I’m Celt,” deserves whatever happens to him … but hell, this really is my love life? —stop and get some sleep?
But then, from a deeper-great-beyond-level, my favorite poet seems to know me well enough to write such a profound truth, and find the right place to put it. The damn page 45!!
Think your love life is better than mine? Please try and let us know! Comment your findings! Keep the Magic Alive!
It’s 1 a.m. I stop now and get some sleep…
Page 45 [and your love life] – Dugutigui