Oregon, Stanley, Hector, Charles, Jack, Tom & Andrei / For Nicole & all
Sender
Eric
Created
09.02.2005 11:45
I started Ham on Rye last spring on a trip to vietnam
but ended up offering it to a lovely girl as a swap
against a pack of coffee ! You know, us frenchmen have
to keep up to our reputation ;-)
So you enjoyed the book ? I'm considering bying it
again but I have too little time to read.
I haven't read many Bukowski, I read and loved "The
postman" (right title?), Pulp and some his poetry.
I'm into Tarkovski's scenarii at the moment.
(different stuff, I agree, but mesmerizing at times)
Big hello to Oregon!
You know, to me, Oregon evokes The Shining
Ha ha ha, sorry about that !
Jack: Hi, Lloyd. A little slow tonight, isn't it?
(Jack emanates a belly laugh)
Lloyd: Yes it is, Mr. Torrance. What'll it be?
Jack: I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd.
Because I just happen to have two twenties and two
tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were
gonna be there until next April. So here's what. You
slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass, and some
ice. You can do that, can't you Lloyd? You're not too
busy, are ya?
Lloyd: No sir, I'm not busy at all.
Jack: Good man. You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em
back, Lloyd, one by one. White man's burden, Lloyd,
white man's burden. (Jack opens his wallet and finds
it empty) Say Lloyd, it seems I'm temporarily light.
How's my credit in this joint, anyway?
Lloyd: Your credit's fine, Mr. Torrance.
Jack: That's swell. I like ya, Lloyd. I always liked
ya. You were always the best of 'em. Best god-damn
bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine - or
Portland, Oregon for that matter.
Lloyd: Thank you for saying so.
Jack: Here's to five miserable months on the wagon and
all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.
Lloyd: How are things going, Mr. Torrance?
Jack: Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a
whole lot better.
Lloyd: I hope it's nothing serious.
Jack: No. (He taps the bar for a second drink) Nothing
serious. Just a little problem with the, uh, ol' sperm
bank upstairs. Nothing I can't handle, though Lloyd,
thanks.
Lloyd: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live
without 'em.
Jack: Words of wisdom, Lloyd. Words of wisdom. I never
laid a hand on him, god-damn it. I didn't. I wouldn't
touch one hair on his god-damned little head. I love
the little son-of-a-bitch. I'd do anything for him.
Any f--kin' thing for him. That bitch! As long as I
live, she'll never let me forget what happened. I did
hurt him once, OK? But it was an accident, completely
unintentional. Could have happened to anybody. And it
was three god-damned years ago. The little f--ker had
thrown all my papers all over the floor. All I tried
to do was pull him up - a momentary loss of muscular
coordination. A few extra foot-pounds of energy per
second, per second.
The link between Bukowski, The Shining, Tom Waits and
you ?
"Ironweed" (great movie I haven't seen for ages).
Bukowski didn't wtite, he didn't appear in it, but I'm
sure he was full of burbon somewhere at the back of
the many bars that appear in that movie.
Don't look for Tarkowski, he wasn't there ( he
couldn't afford a bottle of Rye).
