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Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Question And Answer


he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Daniel Horne (3/19/2012 9:44:00 PM)

    question and answer
    he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
    night, running the blade of the knife
    under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
    of all the letters he had received
    telling him that
    the way he lived and wrote about
    that-
    it had kept them going when
    all seemed
    truly
    hopeless.

    putting the blade on the table, he
    flicked it with a finger
    and it whirled
    in a flashing circle
    under the light.

    who the hell is going to save
    me? he
    thought.

    as the knife stopped spinning
    the answer came:
    you're going to have to
    save yourself.

    still smiling,
    a: he lit a
    cigarette
    b: he poured
    another
    drink
    c: gave the blade
    another
    spin. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary X (9/15/2006 12:36:00 PM)

    This is a terrible rendition of this brilliant poem, whoever put it on here should be hung.

    Not only is it incomplete but it is also set out disgustingly wrong. (Report) Reply

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