@@rambo3801 If you think how your readers will read your poetry, you're already responsible for them. Then again, just write for yourself if you want to! :) All the best
"The writer has no responsibility", how true.! Heres's a little Buk to piss off the wannabe writer. “don’t be like so many writers, don’t be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don’t be dull and boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don’t add to that. C Bukowski
@@bohemianwriter1 It's not ironic... It's actually expected. As more direct, raw, straight to the point, you are, chances you will offend someone are much easier. It's actually sad.
Lmao this is pretty ironically generic, telling others not to reach, why? Cause you like a poet? Like his ideals and ideas and not your own? You DEFINITELY shouldn’t do it.
I have to agree with Bukowski on this. Tolstoy is dull, dostoevsky on the other hand, is godly, his work is incredible, every line needs its own meaning and soul
Bukowski admired Dostoevsky. He even wrote about him in this poem, which is pretty great. Dostoevsky is, in my opinion, one of the greatest writers in history. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-i6zm3zyC2b0.html
Buk got me through some hard times in the '80s. I wrote and starved in a two-room apartment under a 100-year-old funeral home while the rats danced in the walls and the ceiling dripped into a plastic barrel. I wrote Buk a letter, but never mailed it. Too bad. He probably would've answered. Now it's too late.
He might have answered it. I am a visual artist and, at one point, there was a huge studio available above a funeral home. I decided to respect my unknown limits and not rent it. So closely linked to Buke is Tom Waits. I did write him, in the 1980s. Wanted to use one of his songs in a small theatrical presentation. He was very gracious, friendly, and generous.
"There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late." ~Bukowski
"Nothing should ever be done, that should be done - it has to come out. Like a good hot beer shit. A good hot beer shit is glorious man. You get up, you turn around, you look at it, you're proud - the fumes, the stink of the turd - you say god I did it, I'm good. Then you flush it away and there is the sense of sadness when just water is there. It's like writing a good poem - it's a beer shit - there is nothing to analyze or say - it's just done - got it?" - Bukowski beer shit quote
“Writing a poem is like beer shit” I love that analogy! It was totally unexpected too. What he’s going to say next is very unpredictable and that’s what I like about him. I’m just discovering this guy now at the age of 39! I’m looking forward to reading some of his work. I like that wasn’t afraid to say he doesn’t like some of the work that you’re supposed to like so that you can be accepted and thought of as intelligent. It’s almost as though you are not allowed to critique some work. I think many people pretend to like and understand Shakespeare and Tolstoy etc as to appear intellectual. You need to be honest and say what you think about books, movies, plays etc.
I love that people see poetry as this beautiful, sacred thing and would likely opt to use a metaphor with more "pretty" imagery to describe it than that, but here is one of the greats comparing it to one of the less mentioned bodily functions. And it works perfectly. Excellent.
Same here. I love his poetry but I don’t think I could be around the guy but so much without getting agitated by the negativity he emits. But hey, we all perceive things differently.
@@bradmizzou correct he was more of a realist than a pessimist...most people are assholes and it's good to stay away from them if u can...it's no wonder monks and yogis and shamans living lives of solitude have been the most peaceful blissful humans...bukowski said it himself "the absence of humanity is a fulfillment so graceful that even god would understand if he invented them which he probably didn't"
A good beer shit . Seems to sum it up perfectly and as well seem to do the poet an injustice . Affirmation and contradiction in the same phrase . Its magical and perfect . Love Bukowski.
Poetry is not poetry if you are trying to make it poetry. Poetry is simple, just being you, and saying what you really feel. It's not a show or about trying to impress people...the dog walked down the street, and a nice hot beer shit, that's poetry...simple human nature...SBN RESONATE
CHARLES BUKOWSKI'S SPIRIT SPEAKING In the gritty details, where souls collide, Beauty's an extraordinary beast to ride. Couldn't beat that truth, so I fought on, Wrestling with thoughts, tears streaming strong. I ground those tears, every damn notion, In the arena of my relentless devotion. Sought meaning, dug deep in my mind's dirt, Struggled through the trenches, not one to skirt. Yeah, it's the soul's nitty-gritty, the raw affair, That makes beauty shine, I swear and declare. In every scar, every gritty fragment I found, A damn extraordinary tale would resound. That universal truth, it had me pinned, But I brawled and bled, wouldn't let it win. Tears and thoughts, a cacophony in my head, Bukowski-style, I fought till they bled. So take those tears, let 'em soak the page, Unleash 'em, ignite the poet's raging rage. Embrace the details, don't shy from the brawl, For it's in the fight, we find beauty's call. Yeah, let this poem bear the Bukowski mark, With grit and truth, a poetic spark. In the trenches, amid the tears that flow, Discover extraordinary beauty, don't let it go. :: 06.02.2023 ::
I always enjoy listening to Charles Bukwoski he said what needed to be said....I just love it when he opens his mouth. Poetry is the only home for some authors and they need to hear this!
Man...he blew my mind and changed my perspective on how to write a story. I will never flush a shit down the toilet the same way again. Changing lives, one shit story at a time. Thank you sir RIP
Sir , Thank you for all that you have done for me in my life. You helped me build my perspective. And you have also encouraged me to continue learning English and using as many words as I can to expand my vernacular. Your words are great. Because you are your words.
In my mid 20s I was going through some of the sentiments as a reader expressed here by Buk. I read almost all of Buk during that time. I tried to head the heavier stuff, what Buk is criticising but I found that I wasn't able to concentrate. Years later I was diagnosed with a form of ADHD and PTSD that made it difficult to concentrate. With much effort I have got back into the heavier stuff now. You need to if you write. Buk might speak to you at an individual level in your darkest moment like he did to me but that Shakespeare, Spenser, Keats, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Wiltman, Eliot or Auden are not speaking to you is not because they are dead, it is because you have not been able to find what is magical in them. Buk writes lines that at times are so beautiful and so full of sadness that affects us personality and so his works resonate with our own sadness, and we love him. But his defence of the alive poet lighting up a stage is talking about an audience that only craves sonorous pleasure that comes from spoken word poetry. That poetry is usually limited to the brilliantly energetic performance. Like any other form of art, it takes perseverance to reach that moment when the complex is understood and a new magical realm is reached. Go to a library and read some of the great poets of the past, some of the great writers of the past. Essentially, they are writing about the same human condition. Just because they don't match your skin colour or accent or even nationality does not make them alien. There is enough in Tolstoy to make him the greatest Russian writer as there is in the more complex practitioners of poetry in English. Seek and he will come!
I often feel that buck and his readers have a misplaced hatred for all writing that has come from classical traditions, claiming it as dull, unnecessary and even pretentious. Buck himself knows all to well who he is and how he reflects on others, the way he influences his readers, the radiance that follows him, which he kindly utilises whilst claiming otherwise, that is what makes him the interesting, charismatic man that he was. Still disregarding these brilliant poets that came before him for their so called egotism and their 'dull', 'restrained' style of writing I've found as a constrainment onhis predomanently younger readers, but perhaps that's what makes him the anomaly that he is and is an individual voice like himself something that needed to be heared, or to inspire younger readers to take an interest in literature. Anyway I don't know, Ham on Rye was one of the most enjoyable boos I've read, but in no way could he ever compare to influences as the likes of Pessoa, Dostojevski and Rilke or even Couperus (a Dutch writer, fot I myself am Dutch). Many grammatical errors, don't feel like correcting 'em. aju
Talking about past masters - Solsjenitsin wrote something that reminded me of the service in norwegian infantry above the arctic circle - One Day In Ivan Devitovitsjes Life:))
I convulsed on the floor in a seizure of laughter. It took me 10 minutes to recover. My stomach hurts (maybe this is a new core workout?). Am I watching Bukowski, Pryor, or just thankful someone has the nads to express how satisfying a good shit can be?
"Forget what I have written and start anew" -bukowski. All the best teachers expect the student to start their own shit, their own way. No one can particularly teach you that....alright I'm drunk. Let me start too
I agree with Bukowski about most poetry being dull and overrated. But a lot of his stuff is repetitive and monotonous too. His books of poems were padded out sometimes to 300 pages, half of which could have been removed. He had moments of greatness, yes. Something tells me though that all that bluster and arrogance was concealing a lot of insecurity. I still dig him though.
Oh, I believe I do. My comment above still stands. I've been reading him a lot lately, actually, and believe he was in top 20, maybe 10, of 20th century American poets. A genius writer who often said dumb things. Like many haha.
This man bore the armor of brilliant toilet humor and brutal honesty that made contemporary poetry with balls. For some reason, he reminds me of Frank Zappa minus the guitar.
Poets can b popular during their own Time. Great Poets r read though out Time. Hank was a manic depressive, always under the influence of booze and cigarettes. But U can’t say Hank didn’t tell it the way he saw it, in his own choice words.
The only man or poet who looked at /treated life so disgustingly that even life feels ashamed...His lines are as filthy as pigsty poo, yet more real then anyone's on earth.
