Bukowski: Poetry from the Dirty Side of Life

Keyboard of Woodstock typewriter from the 1940s - Public Domain. Source: Wikipedia Commons.
Keyboard of Woodstock typewriter from the 1940s - Public Domain. Source: Wikipedia Commons. 

Charles Bukowski was not your common poet. Harsh, irreverent, sometimes offensive. A bard from the underworld. A rulebreaker revealing realities through the unadorned language of the streets. 

On poetry, he screams in "O We Are The Outcasts".

ah, christ, what a CREW:
more
poetry, always more
P O E T R Y.

"What Can We Do?" attacks our humanity. 

when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

Human beings are not spared in "The Genius Of The Crowd".

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

His advice is profound.

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it

On women, he said in "Back luck with the girls".

good weather
is like
good women-
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't
always last.

In "How Is Your Heart?" talks from experience.

what matters most is
how well you 
walk through the
fire.

Whispered a fascinating end in "Love and Fame and Death".

the way to end a poem like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.

You may like or hate Bukowski, but will agree with this:

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

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