December 2011
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"shorebirds" by George Keenen
I like to see the day come up: the water still, the mist. Birds come in the dark, belly- flopping on the pane of water, shattering the contemplation of the palms. When the light arrives, there they are, american coots, brown pelicans, curlews stilts heron, and it seems like a painting, matching pinks on sky and water, each bird a human type. Each lightening color registers my own presence...
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"It's Ours" by Charles Bukowski
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing that gentle pure space it’s worth centuries of existence say just to scratch your neck while looking out the window at a bare branch that space there before they get to...
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“Affirmation of life even in its strangest and sternest problems, the will to...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
July 2011
1 post
"Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butterflies in half and some men do it in Palm Springs laying it into butterblondes with Cadillac souls Cadillacs and butterflies nothing and everything, the face melting down to the last puff in a cellar in Corpus Christi. there’s something for the touts, the nuns, the grocery clerks and you...
February 2011
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"Duende" by Jack Gilbert
I can’t remember her name. It’s not as though I have been to bed with that many women. The truth is I can’t even remember her face. I kind of know how strong her thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won’t forget is the way she tore open the barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts.
October 2009
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"You Don't Know What Love Is (an evening with...
You don’t know what love is Bukowski said I’m 51 years old look at me I’m in love with this young broad I got it bad but she’s hung up too so it’s all right man that’s the way it should be I get in their blood and they can’t get me out They try everything to get away from me but they all come back in the end They all came back to me except the one...
June 2009
2 posts
"Don Giovanni On His Way to Hell (II)" by Jack...
How could they think women a recreation? Or the repetition of bodies of steady interest? Only the ignorant or busy could. That elm Of flesh must prove a luxury of primes; Be perilous and dear with rain of an alternate earth. Which is not to damn the forested China of touching. I am neither priestly nor tired, and the great knowledge Of breasts with their loud nipples congregates in me. The sudden...
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March 2009
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Working It Out by Charles Bukowski...
February 2009
3 posts
"A Supermarket in California" by Allen Ginsberg
What thoughts I have of you tonight Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies...
"Cherrylog Road" by James L. Dickey
Off Highway 106 At Cherrylog Road I entered The ’34 Ford without wheels, Smothered in kudzu, With a seat pulled out to run Corn whiskey down from the hills, And then from the other side Crept into an Essex With a rumble seat of red leather And then out again, aboard A blue Chevrolet, releasing The rust from its other color, Reared up on three building blocks. None had the same...
August 2008
1 post
"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 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...
May 2008
2 posts
"8 Count" by Charles Bukowski
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.
"The Genius Of The Crowd" by Charles Bukowski
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...
April 2008
2 posts
“Dinosauria, We” by Charles Bukowski
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no...
"Girl, He's No Good For You," by Smoove B
Baby, I have sat patiently for a long time while another man has kept you warm at night, made sweet love to you, and presented you with gifts of jewelry and various shirts. But I know that when you are alone, you think about how much better your life would be if you were back with me, if it were me sexing you wild instead of him. Do you know what I am saying? You know in your heart that it is...