Charles Bukowski Comments

This is perhaps how I prefer to be accidentally meeting people while traversing towns and cities, parks and nature trails, Colorado, New Mexico and Canada. Maybe LA and San Francisco. Writing, reading, maybe performing a few poetry readings. Getting laid periodically. Which may not be too hard when women I meet find out I write poetry. Just sort of hanging out on the inside and fringes of life, materializing sometimes into something significant,

Low opinion of women. His behaviour is deflected to the female

I discovered this video a couple years ago and have watched it at least 10 times. It never fails to tickle my funny bone. Every time I see that female cockatoo and the fear in her eyes putting up her foot as if to say ” no closer buddy” I burst out laughing, along with the sheer groov’n of the male- wow what a dancer! > > > > > > > > > topbestjob

gambling, drinking, women, homelessness are the main cause and dynamo of his brilliant poetry inspirations, thankfully his works has translated into so many different languages..

His poems are delight to read.

Can somebody tell me the song please? Thanks

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I like the cats poem

I remember reading a poem - perhaps by Borges - that said something to the effect of We have air conditioning and well-working plumbing, but we still haven't written the poem. We have algebra and 4-wheel drive, but we still haven't been able to write the poem etc. etc. etc. Does anyone know it? Thanks!

Years and years ago I read a poem that I thought was written by Bukowski. Around mid-length, it's theme was somethng like. They're gonna win. The bastards win every time. We're gonna' lose. We're always gonna lose. Does anyone else remember this one?

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one great mess because of advts

To Mar Mad, the poem you called Go all the way is titled The Laughing Heart in this list

Why this one's not included in his poem list? Go all the way - Charles Bukowski “If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. I t could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery- isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”

@Georgios Venetopoulos Poetry is beyond any religion or a language. It has no language or boundaries, yet, it speaks to your soul. Intoxication or sobriety are just your current state of mind. Poetry comes from some far and forgotten land. I just never could understand those that love to criticize, just for the sake of it. Something in his writings pulled you here, made you stay, had you spend time writing No matter how positive or negative because that don't matter. The fact is that he pulled you towards himself, had you spend time, reading him and writing about him. He succeeded in his quest....

The criticism of Bukowski made me laugh. It rather reminded me of Samuel Johnson criticizing the metaphysical poets: Make sense, dammit! Thanks for brightening my day!

Bukowski is not a poet. He composes under the influence (intoxicated actually) and his writes are illogical and hellish, byproducts of his besotted thinking. Then, his devotees spend millions of minutes to exalt and explain his grandness in arbitrary compositions of ideas which follow the philosophy of whatever. Bukowski does not comprehend what 'verse means', his knowledge of the English language is elementary, his grammar is faulty but overall he manages to create an army of admirers who drink like him, compose like him and spit at the world like him.

Dirty Dog - Poem by Is It Poetry His dirty dog kept moving on. Pissing on what he liked, but never owned. He knows they won't like it either. So they throw it out. A dog, 'Bukowski' owned. Is It Poetry

I love Bukowski. The nearest poet I've found to his style is a guy called Jim Sparx. He has a website called bullet2theskull.

a genius and a fantastic poet. He takes the mundane and makes it a dark thrill ride.