Cows In Art Class good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is more stable: if he's bad there's more chance he'll stay that way, or if he's good he might hang on, but a woman is changed by children age diet conversation sex … Continue reading Bukowski Wednesday: Cows In Art Class
For The Foxes Don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key words is … Continue reading Bukowski Wednesday: For The Foxes
What Can We Do? at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't have too much. it is like a large animal deep in sleep and almost nothing can awaken it. when activated it's best … Continue reading Bukowski Wednesday: What Can We Do?
You can't always be pristine: The Great Slob By Charles Bukowski I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes) shoes off beerbottle in hand trying to shake off a difficult night, say with a woman still around walking the floor complaining about … Continue reading Bukowski Wednesdays: The Great Slob
It's another hump day and time is ticking; let your bird free before it's too late. Bluebird By Charles Bukowski 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 … Continue reading Bukowski Wednesdays: Bluebird
If there is a list of shows that don't get the recognition they deserve, Def Poetry would be at the top. The intimacy that Def Poetry provided to its viewers was beyond words. Everything about Def Poetry gave off the essence of charisma , funk, dirt, sweat, and an underground spirit. From the dim lights highlighting … Continue reading The World Needs Def Poetry
Embrace the symbiosis in our thoughts: One thirty-six a.m. 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 … Continue reading Bukowski Wednesdays: One Thirty-six a.m.