God I love Bukowski. As all good writers do, he puts into words what I can't quite express: "their gaiety, their happiness...." I was wondering about my "scrooginess" yesterday for hating all the loud laughter and fake few minutes of drunken joviality I could hear around me. But I soon got over it and returned to doing what I love and what fills me up, irrespective of it being New Year's Eve.
Jomo is my New Year's Eve motto. The Joy of Missing Out. It also puts me first as you may notice...
Happy New Year either way! I'm excited to think of my Poetic Outlaws tee and cup flying through the sky on their way to New Zealand...
Exactly how I feel at midnight New Year's Eve. Five minutes of utter chaos, then nothing. I too go to bed at nine these days. Gratefully, I now live in a place where there is little noise but the braying of mules, the crowing of roosters, and the alarms of dogs. Happy New Year.
I remember when I lived on the street in Key West, and New Year’s Eve came and I dreaded the exploding firecrackers, arial bombs and rockets red glare and star sparkles keeping me awake in my hidey hole until 2 or 3 a.m., or later.
When I was a boy, I lusted for my father to bring me fireworks when he returned from another state on business, for fireworks were illegal in Alabama. I loved disturbing the peace in my neighborhood and at the nearby fire and police station, with Zebra firecrackers and cherry,TNT and arial bombs, which made my blood run and my dick feel better.
Being a man, I came to think I understood men pretty well, and what drove them.
However, women were an entirely different species.
4 wives, one by a church wedding, 3 by a judge presiding, 4 by common law, caused me to sometimes muse I was going for a PhD in women’s studies, which brightly revealed just how fucking stupid I was, because no man can get.a PhD in women’s studies. Only women can do that.
Today, I wrote a post at my Substack entitled, “So, Eve, when are we.ever not in church?".
It begins,
"My take is, Eve did precisely what God designed her to do, and maybe some day the three Abrahamic religious will figure that out, and maybe their heads stuck way far up where the sun never shines yoga position is terminal.”
Meanwhile, I’m going to stuff cotton in my home alone ears tonight, or something.
God I love Bukowski. As all good writers do, he puts into words what I can't quite express: "their gaiety, their happiness...." I was wondering about my "scrooginess" yesterday for hating all the loud laughter and fake few minutes of drunken joviality I could hear around me. But I soon got over it and returned to doing what I love and what fills me up, irrespective of it being New Year's Eve.
Jomo is my New Year's Eve motto. The Joy of Missing Out. It also puts me first as you may notice...
Happy New Year either way! I'm excited to think of my Poetic Outlaws tee and cup flying through the sky on their way to New Zealand...
I appreciate you!
Live it through. It gets easier each New Years. One finds out what is most important when you travel light.
Exactly how I feel at midnight New Year's Eve. Five minutes of utter chaos, then nothing. I too go to bed at nine these days. Gratefully, I now live in a place where there is little noise but the braying of mules, the crowing of roosters, and the alarms of dogs. Happy New Year.
“Life knows nothing of years.” lovely
"amateur drunks"
nails new years eve in two words
...highly underrated skill
I mean the drunk part 😂
🍻
Before the aliens landed, there were only women.
Good luck understanding that.
I remember when I lived on the street in Key West, and New Year’s Eve came and I dreaded the exploding firecrackers, arial bombs and rockets red glare and star sparkles keeping me awake in my hidey hole until 2 or 3 a.m., or later.
When I was a boy, I lusted for my father to bring me fireworks when he returned from another state on business, for fireworks were illegal in Alabama. I loved disturbing the peace in my neighborhood and at the nearby fire and police station, with Zebra firecrackers and cherry,TNT and arial bombs, which made my blood run and my dick feel better.
Being a man, I came to think I understood men pretty well, and what drove them.
However, women were an entirely different species.
4 wives, one by a church wedding, 3 by a judge presiding, 4 by common law, caused me to sometimes muse I was going for a PhD in women’s studies, which brightly revealed just how fucking stupid I was, because no man can get.a PhD in women’s studies. Only women can do that.
Today, I wrote a post at my Substack entitled, “So, Eve, when are we.ever not in church?".
It begins,
"My take is, Eve did precisely what God designed her to do, and maybe some day the three Abrahamic religious will figure that out, and maybe their heads stuck way far up where the sun never shines yoga position is terminal.”
Meanwhile, I’m going to stuff cotton in my home alone ears tonight, or something.
Happy New Year to you, oh great supplier of wonderful poems. Thank you!
one of our greatest poets ❤
“life knows nothing of years.”
Speechless.
Thanks for sharing. Given Bukowski's reputation though, it is a little surprising he was going to sleep through New Year's Eve.
He despised holidays and weekends. Weekdays were his time to booze it up and create art.
An interesting literary character for certain.
Did he perhaps just a little revel ( I know those words basically cancel each other out 😆)....in being contrary? 🤔
Your substack has made my year!!! Thank you for your wonderful publication☺️
Gets me every time
Loving these Bukowski poems. Did not appreciate him as much when I was younger!
Ah Yes, And one more for the Books
Hear's cheers to buying youze a coffee Chuck...my brother-in-law Chuck was always up for a spot of joe and some cherry pie.