He missed Hrabal and his pigeons and 5th floor. Add me to the list. Should be dead by now and my billboard long ago dead 'n dulled by time's brilliance. Ah Hank, bless his soul - he sure loved the thought of suffering, it held him close to his brotherhood of imaginary friends.
I think most humans don’t care much about anything other than their primal needs and that is what keeps them floating, a little bit adrift but still floating... Sometimes hitting society’s wall of indifference may turn one inwards but other perils awaits him/her there because gazing at the inner demons for too long can only lead to something ultimately snapping inside…
F&&k Me...... that man. I hold my breath at the beginning and remain that way right to the end, catching each drop of anger and wisdom as it spits and purrs ... the genius seer of the simple and complex ...
I think Bul was trying to say: look, these were great writers and poets; and look what life did to them whether by their work won hand or fate. I have a similar poem I’m going to publish soon on my stack
Goddamn brilliant son of a bitch. Good ole Buk.
I agree
He always knows just what to say and how to say it.
I can’t bring myself to click the “like” button. It’s the wrong word. Bukowski does it again.
He missed Hrabal and his pigeons and 5th floor. Add me to the list. Should be dead by now and my billboard long ago dead 'n dulled by time's brilliance. Ah Hank, bless his soul - he sure loved the thought of suffering, it held him close to his brotherhood of imaginary friends.
Oooft
Tauntingly terse, keeping it real.
I think most humans don’t care much about anything other than their primal needs and that is what keeps them floating, a little bit adrift but still floating... Sometimes hitting society’s wall of indifference may turn one inwards but other perils awaits him/her there because gazing at the inner demons for too long can only lead to something ultimately snapping inside…
It leads to the breaking through ♥️
There. I bet that helps....talk it Charles.
Harsh, but heartfelt.
I call it, the origin of freaks
he and Fred Exley are drinkin somewhere together right now in the atom void
F&&k Me...... that man. I hold my breath at the beginning and remain that way right to the end, catching each drop of anger and wisdom as it spits and purrs ... the genius seer of the simple and complex ...
*Buk*
I think Bul was trying to say: look, these were great writers and poets; and look what life did to them whether by their work won hand or fate. I have a similar poem I’m going to publish soon on my stack
Yeah, baby, rock on.
Me too