I had a bit of a read, but 10 mins was enough. Since I had 5 mins left of my allocated time I just looked at some titles. What an array:
the tragedy of the leaves
junk
the loner
in a neighborhood of murder
when Hugo Wolf went mad
trashcan lives
Sunday lunch at the Holy Mission
safe
the big one
the genius
Charles Bukowski, by the way.
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Showing posts with label Charles Bukowski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Bukowski. Show all posts
Sunday, 12 April 2015
Thursday, 2 April 2015
Sitting in bed with Charles Bukowski
This is the life....a conversation on Facebook about my totally unforeseen troubles with Cid Corman has led to me putting him back on the shelf with a light heart.
I'm writing all over these pages, marking stresses and repetitions. Putting anything I think of in the big spaces his poetry has handily offered me. The lines are short and the pages are wide.
the sounds of his doing
the sun is sun enough
it is a giant disrobing of
care, stumbling away from
doing.
the streets
flat on their Spring backs
and smiling.
- grass
I like the conversational tone, the bitchiness, the brutal and simple lines. So tight.
I mean the man he killed
clubbed him first
from behind
with an anchor chain
(something about a woman)
- something about a woman
Why do I enjoy the harshness of Western life being put into words? Because it is true? There must be some tender poems and writing on my shelf. Do another post about that. It goes under the radar here because it is so counter-cultural to be kind or tender. I will try. I must have written some myself.
I'm writing all over these pages, marking stresses and repetitions. Putting anything I think of in the big spaces his poetry has handily offered me. The lines are short and the pages are wide.
the sounds of his doing
the sun is sun enough
it is a giant disrobing of
care, stumbling away from
doing.
the streets
flat on their Spring backs
and smiling.
- grass
I like the conversational tone, the bitchiness, the brutal and simple lines. So tight.
I mean the man he killed
clubbed him first
from behind
with an anchor chain
(something about a woman)
- something about a woman
Why do I enjoy the harshness of Western life being put into words? Because it is true? There must be some tender poems and writing on my shelf. Do another post about that. It goes under the radar here because it is so counter-cultural to be kind or tender. I will try. I must have written some myself.
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