operator
the phone doesn’t ring.
the hours hang limp and empty.
everybody else is having it
all.
it seems to never end.
one night it got very bad.
I needed just a voice.
I dialed the time on the
telephone and listened to her
voice as she said:
“it’s eleven ten and ten seconds.
it’s eleven ten and twenty seconds.
it’s eleven ten and thirty seconds…”
then she told me that it
was:
“eleven ten and forty seconds.”
she might have saved my life
although I’m not sure.
– Charles Bukowski
Aww, that makes me smile. :) I’m glad my blog cheers you up!
I think a lot of his comments are taken out of context, or interpreted in an extremist sort of way - it all tends to be very sensationalist, and obviously spurred on by the desire for sales of whatever publication he’s been talking to. I don’t think he genuinely is racist. Not even close. But he can be an easy target sometimes for people who feel a constant desire to criticise and make a villain out of anybody they feel threatened by.
I think it also says a lot more sometimes about the racist tendencies of the people who take umbrage at his comments, than it does about Morrissey’s own feelings regarding race. Even as far back as 1986, he was accused of racism over the ‘burn down the disco’ line in Panic - the so-called logic there being that disco music was “black music”, and therefore disliking disco music = disliking black people. Ludicrous, I know. Johnny Marr summed it up best in February ‘87: “To those who took offence at the ‘burn down the disco’ line I’d say - please show me the black members of New Order! For me, personally, New Order make great disco music, but there’s no black people in the group. The point I’m making is that you can’t just interchange the words ‘black’ and ‘disco’, or the phrases ‘black music’ and ‘disco music’. It makes no earthly sense.”
It is indeed! It’s from an NME interview in 1985, which you can read here:
http://www.morrisseyscans.com/post/27076032716/interview-nme-8-june-1985
The quote itself is in the second-last paragraph on the final page. :)
Aww, that’s cute. As for faster/”more active” Smiths songs…try these, maybe?
Panic
This charming man
Nowhere fast
Rusholme Ruffians
Barbarism begins at home
Shakespeare’s sister
Bigmouth strikes again
Hand in glove
What difference does it make?
Vicar in a tutu
Frankly, Mr Shankly
What she said
A rush and a push and the land is ours
Death at one’s elbow
Accept yourself
I do rather, yes. Obviously I enjoy some poems more than others, but for the most part, you could say I’m a fan. )
moving toward the dark
if we can’t find the courage to go on,
what will we do?
what should we do?
what would you do?
if we can’t find the courage to go on,
then
what day
what minute
in what year
did we go
wrong?
or was it an accumulation of all the
years?
I have some answers.
to die, yes.
to go mad, maybe.
or perhaps to
gamble everything away?
if we can’t find the courage to go on,
what should we do?
what did all the others
do?
they went on
living their lives,
badly.
we’ll do the same,
probably.
living too long
takes more than
time.
– Charles Bukowski

