A little Bukowski?
October 17th 2006 08:38
As the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
Charles Bukowski ©
realize that you've created very
little.
Charles Bukowski ©
yes, yes
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Comment by LaurenD
Great stuff!
LaurenD
Comment by Homer Joyce
Homer ...
Comment by Lily
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grrrreat, another Buk fan.. smiles.. I could probably do a whole blog just on him, i've read so much...
A Lambrusco for you for being my first reply...
~Lily
Comment by Lily
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Bukowski was a genius in my books, and I love to read him; as i do you...
~Lily
Comment by Homer Joyce
I wasn't aware that you'd ever read me ...
Was that an epiphany or a revelation?
Or was it just me drowning in my own drunken stupour? ...
I need some enlightenment here Lily ...
The lights have been turned out ...
Please open your petals to the sun and splay at least a sliver of light upon me ...
Homer ...
Comment by Lily
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~Lily aka ~ak
Comment by Homer Joyce
How can I go to bed when I don't own a bed?
I'm going to floor soon ok?
Na, stuff it ...
I'm going to sit up all night in defiance ...
H (d) x y? z?
Comment by LaurenD
'ice for eagles'
i keep remembering the horses
under the moon
i keep remembering feeding the horses
sugar
white oblongs of sugar
more like ice,
and they had heads like
eages
bald heads that could bite and
did not.
the horses were more real than
my father
more real than god
and they could have stepped on my
feet but they didn't.
they could have done all kinds of horrors
but they didn't.
i was almost 5
but i have not forgotten yet;
o my god they were strong and good
those red tongues slobbering
out of their souls.
Comment by Lily
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LaurenD, i haven't read this one; so thank you; this one is good for the soul ..
~Lily
Comment by Justin
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do you?
Comment by Homer Joyce
That's what alcoholism has done to me ... I can't remember writing that poem ...
Homer ...
JJ = (Just Joking) ...
Comment by Lily
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'but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.'
that's my favourite part, another one i haven't read!!. .and here's me claiming to have 'read so much' .. thanks for the new Buk's .. LaurenD and Justin, more more!!
(d) the tenderness of Buk underneath his tough exterior, is what compels me about him, i relate so much to this poem, to his life...
did i mention more Bukowski, peoplez?
cheers,
~Lily
burps, a lady like one, of course...
Comment by spain01
Juan Carlos
spain again
While your'e about it
Viva l'difference
Fire News Blog
Cities dying of thirst.
PB Shelley died in the sea
He was poor on breast stroke
Good on rhyme
All they remember is a wife or three
And a copy of Frankenstein.
Juan
Comment by Lily
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i know naught about Shelley, but i do now; 3 wives?however did he find the time! .. perhaps he should have had some swimming lessons...
Thanks for the booster, rooster....
~Lily
Comment by Lily
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8 Count
from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.
Charles Bukowski
© Linda Bukowski
Comment by spain01
Juan Carlos
spain again
While your'e about it
Viva l'difference
Fire News Blog
Cities dying of thirst.
Comment by Lily
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as for Buk, the honesty in his work is his most appealing...... the people in the 'know' of the day couldn't handle his wild bohemian style...
write on...
~Lily
Comment by spain01
Juan Carlos
spain again
While your'e about it
Viva l'difference
Fire News Blog
Cities dying of thirst.
Comment by Justin
So, he's not particuarly the nicest man or any kind of gentleman but his art speaks for itself and rare is it that artists while being sensitive, aren't the knights in shining armour fans think (want) them to be.
Comment by Scarlett
Comment by Lily
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Sorry to have put you all on the same boat, but i'm a taddy tad short on time today....
spain01, I've never expected any of the 'great' (to some, not others) artists to be nice; from what i've read; the majority of them have had extremely difficult lives, and many didn't make it. It's difficult to be nice at the best of times, let alone with a head full of junk. I think they did well to push past the angst and create the body of works they did.
Like Justin said, 'his art speaks for itself'.. a goal i hope to achieve in my dabblings, eh mayhaps some day.
The drawing is by Bukowski himself Scarlett, I think it's precious in it's simplicity. Someone may well hunt me down and tell me to take it off at some point, but oh well..
Thanks for popping in you guys/gal
~Lily