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Favorite Bukowski?
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Prose? Factotum, Ham on Rye, Post Office. So gooood.
Poetry? Play The Piano..., Love is a Dog From Hell, Burning in Water Drowning if Flame.

This as of five minutes ago:
RADIO
"Strange eyes in my head
I’m the coward and the fool and the clown
And I listen to a man telling me that I can get a restaurant guide and an expanding cultural events calendar
I’m just not here today
I don’t want restaurants and expanding cultural events
I want an old shack in the hills rent free
With enough to eat and drink until I die
Strange eyes in my head
Strange ways
No chance"
And this as of five minutes hence:
CONSUMATION OF GRIEF
"I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
it becomes a shoehorn
a laundry ticket
it becomes
cigarette smoke
climbing a chapel of dark vines. . .
it matters little
very little love is not so bad
or very little life
what counts
is waiting on walls
I was born for this
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead."




Great choice of author.
My first novel experience by Bukowski was Post Office. Since it was the first, It will always be my favorite! He has such a raw and angry soul and it really shows up in his writing!

the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar's knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
death bed.
this is Li Po laughing
underground.
this is not a god-damned
poem.
this is a horse asleep.
a butterfly in
your brain.
this is the devil's
circus.
you are not reading this
on a page.
the page is reading
you.
feel it?
it's like a cobra. it's a hungry eagle circling the room.
this is not a poem. poems are dull,
they make you sleep.
these words force you
to a new
madness.
you have been blessed, you have been pushed into a
blinding area of
light.
the elephant dreams
with you
now.
the curve of space
bends and
laughs.
you can die now.
you can die now as
people were meant to
die:
great,
victorious,
hearing the music,
being the music,
roaring,
roaring,
roaring.


Yes. I love The Roominghouse Madrigals. As much as I enjoy the style he settled into, I wish he'd kept up the experimentation.

Bluebird
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 pour 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?

Individual poem: The Crunch [original version!]
Short Story: Less Delicate Than the Locust
Novel: [undecided!]





Bluebird
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 ..."
Sierra - did you end up getting your "Bluebird" tattoo? This is mine: http://my-bluebird.tumblr.com/post/15...
Would love to see a picture of yours if you got it!


I didn´t read all his shortstories, because what should i do if i read all of Hank? Re-read it or perhaps re-read John Fante?
I try to read and enjoy every Hank book, take a few month or a year and then read another, because every book is a different experience. (its hard because i want to read all but you value more his legacy)

The language wild and rich wih a well-formed type of story telling that you even cant find it in Ham On Rye...



The genius of the crowd :
The Genius Of The Crowd
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

As for poetry my favorite is What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire.
