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you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction of distress. they dress well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep.
you may not believe it but such people do exist.
but i am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am not even near to being one of them. but they are there
and I am here.
Bukowski had a way of boiling things down, explaining life in a way that most of us can't. His work isn't, typically, what we think about when we think of "poetry" -- it's not flowery. It's not filled with words that see us thumbing through a dictionary, trying to figure out what he's saying. He just lays it out, condensing it in such a concise way that it hits ya. It's human -- beautiful, albeit ugly.
Anyway, if you're not familiar with his work, I encourage you to google him.
Some hate him -- lol, many hate him, but they probaby hated beer, too! So fuck 'em!!!
Seth
PS ... Is poetry dead, or is it just this board that's dead?
I like Bukowski; he was a funny bugger. I've haven't read a lot of his poems, but I read a book of his called Pulp a few years ago and got a few laughs out of it.
I've also seen the films Barfly (Mickey Rourke) and Factotum (Matt Dillon), which where both adapted from two of Bukowski's novels. They where pretty good. I've also seen an interesting documentry about him called Born into This.
I think Bukowski had great insights and wrote sharp dialogue. However the three stories of his that I've come across lacked structure, but perhaps that's because the protagonists where alcoholics and their lives lacked structure. Anyway, here's a good poem that Henry Chanaski (Matt Dillon) recited in the last scene of Factotum.
Roll The Dice If you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, it could mean derision, mockery, isolation. isolation is the gift, all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. and you’ll do it despite rejection and the worst odds and it will be better than anything else you can imagine. if you’re going to try, go all the way. there is no other feeling like that. you will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire. do it, do it, do it. do it. all the way all the way. you will ride life straight to perfect laughter, its the only good fight there is
I like Bukowski; he was a funny bugger. I've haven't read a lot of his poems, but I read a book of his called Pulp a few years ago and got a few laughs out of it.
I've also seen the films Barfly (Mickey Rourke) and Factotum (Matt Dillon), which where both adapted from two of Bukowski's novels. They where pretty good. I've also seen an interesting documentry about him called Born into This.
I need to purchase both Barfly and Factotum. I have yet to read any of his books. His poetry, imo, is great. I'm a little worried that his books will be a let down.
I laugh sometimes when I think about say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun... ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes, ordinary men with hair on their heads sitting there typing words while having difficulties with life while being puzzled almost to madness.
Dostoevsky gets up he leaves the machine to piss, comes back drinks a glass of milk and thinks about the casino and the roulette wheel.
Céline stops, gets up, walks to the window, looks out, thinks, my last patient died today, I won't have to make any more visits there. when I saw him last he paid his doctor bill; it's those who don't pay their bills, they live on and on. Céline walks back, sits down at the machine is still for a good two minutes then begins to type.
Hamsun stands over his machine thinking, I wonder if they are going to believe all these things I write? he sits down, begins to type. he doesn't know what a writer's block is: he's a prolific son-of-a-bitch damn near as magnificent as the sun. he types away.
and I laugh not out loud but all up and down these walls, these dirty yellow and blue walls my white cat asleep on the table hiding his eyes from the light.