Lindaland
  For Yellow Wax And The Ants
  and you don’t believe in biblical stories

Post New Topic  Post A Reply
profile | register | preferences | faq

UBBFriend: Email This Page to Someone! next newest topic | next oldest topic
Author Topic:   and you don’t believe in biblical stories
taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 11, 2013 05:50 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
and you don’t believe in biblical stories

when
meandering
left, right
and centre
eliot
did admit
in that prufrock
poem

now, did he not?

that he was
Lazarus
come back
from the dead

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 11, 2013 06:15 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
sharing this for the first time in any forum/place:

Bukowski lives

it is not for nothing
that old ernie talked in circles
and lost his hair

ask his friend
mister james maxwell
and he might blabber something

but not the truth
not the truth of this world
really being

a speck of grain
suspended in sunlight
streaming through the window

of a dingy hotel room
by which a deadwood chair
still cups old charlie

drinking himself
to death scribbling lines
he ships out to mister malone

his publisher who puts them to dry
in the eternal sun
of time

IP: Logged

mirage29
Knowflake

Posts: 836
From: us
Registered: May 2012

posted April 11, 2013 06:39 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
You are soooo efficient with words and meaning...

You can cross TWO different topics, in ONE poem, using the SAME names! (And you don't want to call yourself a genius? ha!)

Phenomenal work!

_____
x

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 11, 2013 06:43 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Thank you, mirage29! You are very generous with your praise.

The picture is of Charles Bukowski, the dirty old man.

IP: Logged

mirage29
Knowflake

Posts: 836
From: us
Registered: May 2012

posted April 12, 2013 09:00 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Dirty old man... in more ways than one! You are funny!

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 05:18 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Oh yeah....very dirty old man....and all of that dirt transpires into lines like:


back to the machine gun

I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hung over
hair down in my eyes
barefoot
gingerly walking on the small sharp rocks
in my path
still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.

the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"

god damn! it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22

"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my Pennysaver coupons,
a Dept. of Water and Power past-due notice,
a letter from the mortgage people
plus a demand from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 30 days to clean up my act.

I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe I'd better write something tonight,
they all seem
to be closing in.

there's only one way to handle those *************.

the night harness races will have to wait.

___________________________


(The first line is the title in a Bukowski poem but is never set in bold - being more or less part of the poem...)

what f*******ing attitude his poems have - nothing like contemporary poetry to come out of America in the 20th century!

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 05:33 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
And oh the force in this poem below!!!! Oh man!!!!!

the great lover

I mean, at that place in east Hollywood
I was so often with the hardest numbers
in town
I don't speak as a misogynist
I had other people ask me,
"what the hell are you doing, anyhow?"

these were floozies, killers, blanks

they had bodies, hair, eyes, legs
parts
but, say, take one of them, it was like
sitting there with a shark dressed in a
dress, high heels, smoking, drinking,
pilling

the nights went into days and the days
went into nights
and we babbled on through, sometimes
bedding down, badly.

through the drink, the uppers, the
downers, I got myself to imagine
things--say, that this one was the
golden girl of the golden heart and
the golden way of laughter and love
and hope

in the dim smokey light the long hair
looked better than it was, the legs
more shapely, the conversation not as
bare, not as vicious

I fooled myself pretty well. I even
got myself to thinking that I loved
one of them, the worst one

I mean, why the hell be negative?
accept

we drank, drugged, stayed in the
center of the rug, through sunset,
sunrise, played Scrabble for 8
or ten hours

each time I went in to pi** she
stole the letters she needed
she was a survivor, the
b***h

after one marathon session
of 52 hours of whatever we
were doing
she said, "let's drive to
Vegas and get married?"

"what?" I asked.

"let's drive to Vegas and
get married before we
change our minds!"

"but suppose we get married,
then what?"

"then you can have it any
time you want it." she told
me

I went in to take a pi**
to let her steal the letters
she needed

but when I came out I opened
a new bottle of wine
and spoke no more of the
subject

she didn't come around as
much after that
but there were others,
about the same
sometimes there were
more than one
they'd come in two's
the word got out that
there was an old sucker
in the back court, free
booze and he wasn't overly
sexually demanding,
although at times something
would overtake me and I
would grab a body and throw
in a sweaty horse copulation,
mostly, I guess, to see if
I could still do it

and I confused the mailman
there was an old couch on
the porch and many a morning
as he came by I'd be sitting
there with, say, two of them
we'd be sitting there with our
beer cans, smoking and
laughing

one day he found me alone

"pardon me," he said, "but can
I ask you something?"

"sure"

"well, I don't think you're
rich..."

"no, I'm broke."

"Listen, he said, "I've been around
the world."

"yeah?"

"and I've never seen a man with
as many women as you.
there's always a different one.
or a different pair..."

"yeah?"

"how do you do it?
I mean, pardon me, but you're kind
of old and you're not exactly a
Cassanova, you know?"

"I could be ugly, even."

he shifted his letters from one hand to the
other.

"I mean, how do you do it?"

"availability," I told him.

"what do you mean?"

"I mean, women like a guy who is always
around."

"uh," he said, then walked off to continue his
rounds

his praise didn't help me
what he saw wasn't as good as he thought
even with them there were unholy periods of
drab senselessness,
and worse

I walked back into my place
the phone was ringing

I knew that it would be a female
voice

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 05:38 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
here I am ...

drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
poesy
an old man
maddened for the flesh of young girls in this
dwindling twilight
liver gone
kidneys going
pancrea pooped
top-floor blood pressure

while all the fear of the wasted years
laughs between my toes
no woman will live with me
no Florence Nightingale to watch the
Johnny Carson show with

if I have a stroke I will lay here for six
days, my three cats hungrily ripping the flesh
from my elbows, wrists, head

the radio playing classical music ...

I promised myself never to write old man poems
but this one's funny, you see, excusable, be-
cause I've long gone past using myself and there's
still more left
here at 3 a.m. I am going to take this sheet from
the typer
pour another glass and
insert
make love to the fresh new whiteness

maybe get lucky
again

first for
me

later
for you.


Charles Bukowski

IP: Logged

Randall
Webmaster

Posts: 26822
From: Saturn next to Charmainec
Registered: Apr 2009

posted April 13, 2013 12:16 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Randall     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Please, watch the language.

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 12:27 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Hey Randall - those are the poems of Charles Bukowski - they used to write like that in the 20th century in america... Ginsberg, Bukowski etc

IP: Logged

Randall
Webmaster

Posts: 26822
From: Saturn next to Charmainec
Registered: Apr 2009

posted April 13, 2013 12:32 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Randall     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
I understand, but if quoting such, you will have to edit out words like mother******. And always credit the author in each poem.

IP: Logged

Heart--Shaped Cross
Knowflake

Posts: 87
From:
Registered: Nov 2010

posted April 13, 2013 12:56 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Heart--Shaped Cross     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Good work.

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 03:59 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Point taken, Randall...

HSC, not sure if you're addressing me but if you are then thanks...

IP: Logged

mirage29
Knowflake

Posts: 836
From: us
Registered: May 2012

posted April 13, 2013 06:47 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Hallelujah (LeonardCohen) Dublin 02 [7:12] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bLiVE1vK6DI

This soul (LeonardCohen) attracts my own, as he stands and testifies his life... expresses in honest, deep dark fertile authentic inner spaces/places. I resonate with this space of being a real human being... The loves, the failures, The Love, The Failure, the dark disappointment yet the high high and down knowing and feeling that he is "connected" and on an earthen "journey"... where from time to time comes the revelation, another side learned of what is already known Unknowing.

This song "sounds" those places~~ known the deep grime, grit, heat, and lusty painful tired sweaty ecstasy of full participation with the burning and desiring things...
Still looking up and feeling the encompassing Presence while he has been 'increased' and understands the lessons for a moment... Lifted into His Resource. The Life and Thing that is his spirit and renewal. The Spiritual Maker/Creator-Energy--- one and separate with his experience.

We do it... in our own time, by our own living, in Presence of The Experience.... It's just that some souls get different types of moments of awareness. We all have our own time...

I'm wishing you those Hallelujah moments in plateaus and valleys of your life--- the glories and the humanity~~ abiding.

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 08:40 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Great song - I heard it before too but only now properly. It is so rare when a great poet is also a good singer. I guess there is a spiritual element to him - something which is lacking in Dylan.

Which is why I would prefer Dylan I am sure as I somehow never like it when there is anything even remotely spiritual or personal in a song/poem. I like stories and I listen to stories - humorous, witty, romantic etc. But when there is a whole soulful appeal to something - I somehow don't enjoy it so much. Probably because for me really the story is the truth and the truth is the story...

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 08:42 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Doesn't mean am gonna dismiss Cohen - he is also a great story-teller. But I think I won't like all his songs...

IP: Logged

taureau20
Knowflake

Posts: 68
From:
Registered: Dec 2012

posted April 13, 2013 08:44 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for taureau20     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
And oh, thanks for the warm wishes of Hallelujah moments!
Yeah I need that most for breaking the writer's block and for mending other things :/

IP: Logged

All times are Eastern Standard Time

next newest topic | next oldest topic

Administrative Options: Close Topic | Archive/Move | Delete Topic
Post New Topic  Post A Reply
Hop to:

Contact Us | Linda-Goodman.com

Copyright 2000-2013

Powered by Infopop www.infopop.com © 2000
Ultimate Bulletin Board 5.46a