Amigo Reply Dinosauria, We







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 longer speak to each other

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

Born into this

Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

Born into this

Walking and living through this

Dying because of this

Muted because of this

Castrated

Debauched

Disinherited

Because of this

Fooled by this

Used by this

Pissed on by this

Made crazy and sick by this

Made violent

Made inhuman

By this

The heart is blackened

The fingers reach for the throat

The gun

The knife

The bomb

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god

The fingers reach for the bottle

The pill

The powder

We are born into this sorrowful deadliness

We are born into a government 60 years in debt

That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt

And the banks will burn

Money will be useless

There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets

It will be guns and roving mobs

Land will be useless

Food will become a diminishing return

Nuclear power will be taken over by the many

Explosions will continually shake the earth

Radiated robot men will stalk each other

The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms

Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground

The sun will not be seen and it will always be night

Trees will die

All vegetation will die

Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men

The sea will be poisoned

The lakes and rivers will vanish

Rain will be the new gold

The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind

The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases

And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition

The petering out of supplies

The natural effect of general decay

And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

Born out of that.

The sun still hidden there

Awaiting the next chapter.

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Link to this Topic Type: Discussion • Score: 7 • Views: 221,624 • Replies: 53 [+3] - dagmaraka - 07/12/2007 I like Bukowski allright. Not passionately, just lukewarmly. But I do like him. I like the Bukowski pub that is here in Inman Square (and another one downtown) even more. They have hundreds of... Link HTML

Amigo

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Noddy24

1 Reply Amigo--



Where did you come across this author? He interests me. 0 Replies

Sturgis

1 Reply Noddy24 wrote: Amigo--



Where did you come across this author? He interests me.



He was one of those beat era poets (and a drunken one at that) here we have him discussing (in poetry form) the author Carson McCullers:



Carson McCullers



she died of alcoholism

wrapped in a blanket

on a deck chair

on an ocean

steamer.



all her books of

terrified loneliness



all her books about

the cruelty

of loveless love



were all that was left

of her



as the strolling vacationer

discovered her body



notified the captain



and she was quickly dispatched

to somewhere else

on the ship



as everything

continued just

as

she had written it









Anway, Bukowski died on this day in 1994.



Learn more at He was one of those beat era poets (and a drunken one at that) here we have him discussing (in poetry form) the author Carson McCullers:Carson McCullersshe died of alcoholismwrapped in a blanketon a deck chairon an oceansteamer.all her books ofterrified lonelinessall her books aboutthe crueltyof loveless lovewere all that was leftof heras the strolling vacationerdiscovered her bodynotified the captainand she was quickly dispatchedto somewhere elseon the shipas everythingcontinued justasshe had written itAnway, Bukowski died on this day in 1994.Learn more at Bukoswki.net 0 Replies

Noddy24

1 Reply Sturgis--



Thank you. 0 Replies

gustavratzenhofer

1 Reply I have the rubbing from Bukowski's tombstone on my wall.



Framed, of course. 0 Replies

Sturgis

1 Reply Yes, I'm sure you do (Gus, why am I not at all surprised by this?).







And you are quite welcome Noddy. 0 Replies

Amigo

1 Reply Noddy24 wrote: Amigo--



Where did you come across this author? He interests me. He was very big in the sub culture when I found him about 15 years ago. He is very good. Start with "ham On rye" it is suposed to be his best. I dissagre that he is a beat writer. I beleive him to be an alternative to the beat writers. 2 Replies

Amigo

1 Reply gustavratzenhofer wrote: I have the rubbing from Bukowski's tombstone on my wall.



Framed, of course. So you have been to san Pedro? 0 Replies

Letty

1 Reply My word, Amigo. I thought that you had disappeared through a crack in the San Andreas.



Not familiar with Bukowski, but glad to know that you are all right. 0 Replies

Amigo

1 Reply Thank you Letty. I hope you are doing well too. 0 Replies

kickycan

1 Reply How did I miss this thread. I love Bukowski. I saw a documentary about him a couple years ago. He was a mean old bastard. I like that. 0 Replies

Amigo

1 Reply Was that the "Dinosauria we" documentary? I'm sure you have also seen "Barfly". I notice all working class people with genuine character Like Bukowski. 1 Reply

patiodog

1 Reply Spent a solid week last year crapulating at a beach bar and reading Bukowski. Post Office, Factotum, some stories.



Wonderful. 0 Replies

kickycan

1 Reply The documentary I saw was called Born Into This.



I read Post Office too, P-Dog. I liked it. I like his poetry better though for some reason. 1 Reply

Amigo

1 Reply One thing about Bukowski that alot of "intellectuals" don't like to admit to is that he entertains you with a kind of vice....pulp. "VICEPULP" I just made that up. 0 Replies

Amigo

1 Reply I like the story were all the bums get together and start a bum army and start marching down the street. Can you imagine being at work and seeing a bum army walking down the street. I'd drop my tool bag and get in with them!



Kicky, That's right "born into this" I have to see that. 0 Replies

Amigo

2 Reply "For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."



- Charles Bukowski 0 Replies

Amigo

1 Reply SHE SAID

from: War All the Time



what are you doing with all those paper

napkins in your car?

we dont have napkins like

that

how come your car radio is

always turned to some

rock and roll station?do you drive around with

some

young thing?



you're

dripping tangerine

juice on the floor.

whenever you go into

the kitchen

this towel gets

wet and dirty,

why is that?



when you let my

bathwater run

you never

clean the

tub first.



why don't you

put your toothbrush

back

in the rack?



you should always

dry your razor



sometimes

I think

you hate

my cat.



Martha says

you were

downstairs

sitting with her

and you

had your

pants off.



you shouldn't wear

those

$100 shoes in

the garden



and you don't keep

track

of what you

plant out there



that's

dumb



you must always

set the cat's bowl back

in

the same place.



don't

bake fish

in a frying

pan...



I never saw

anybody

harder on the

brakes of their

car

than you.



let's go

to a

movie.



listen what's

wrong with you?

you act

depressed. 0 Replies