Off topic: c. bukowski - (German-born) American poet: \'if we take -\'
Thread poster: A Hayes
| | A Hayes
Local time: 00:11
and yet another (German-born) American writer... informal style, non-conforming literary approach... an honorary Beat poet-
if we take-
if we take what we can see -
the engines driving us mad,
lovers finally hating;
this fish in the market
staring upward into our minds;
flowers rotting, flies web caught;
riots, roars of caged lions,
clowns in love with dollar bills,
nations moving people like pawns;
daylight thieves with beautiful
nighttime wives and wines;
the crowded jails,
the commonplace unemployed,
dying grass, 2-bit fires;
men old enough to love the grave.
These things, and others, in content
show life swinging on a rotten axis.
But they`ve left us a bit of music
and a spiked show in the corner,
a jigger of scotch, a blue necktie,
a small volume of poems by Rimbaud,
a horse running as if the devil were
twisting his tail
over bluegrass and screaming, and then,
like a streetcar turning the corner
the city waiting,
the wine and the flowers,
the water walking across the lake
and summer and winter and summer and summer
and winter again.
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I LOVE Bukowski, thank you!
| Bukowski's great || Dec 23, 2002 |
And I had never heard of him. I\'ll see if I can find some more. And now that we\'re on the the beat poets, here\'s another one:
The Pennycandystore Beyond the El
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that september afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! too soon!
El = The elevated railway in New York City
| Jack Kerouac || Dec 23, 2002 |
More beat literature....
What he knows,
He lies there,
He comes to me
For a pat
& a rub,
Or a can of
His secret’s safe.
I can never tell
What I don’t know
I now understand why I\'m afraid of cats...
Because they \"know\"....
| | A Hayes
Local time: 00:11
| snake eye - by leroi jones (amiri baraka) || Dec 24, 2002 |
That force is lost
Which shaped me, spent
in its image, battered, an old brown thing
swept off the streets
where it sucked its
And what is meat
to do, that is driven to its end
by words? The frailest gestures
grown like skirts around breathing.
unholy risks to prove
we are what we cannot be. For instance,
I am not even crazy.
| great stuff, munchkin || Dec 24, 2002 |
and also, he had some \"novels\" published (or, rather, compilations of his stories).
Never knew he was \"classified\" in the beat \"movement\", I simply \"devoured\" his stuff.
| Bukowski at university || Jan 11, 2003 |
I \"had\" to read a couple of his novels at the university (yes, in Spain, in the early 80\'s!) as well as some of his poems and became definitely trapped. I later read most his other novels and poems.