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Essential Bukowski: Poetry
Charles Bukowski
Abel Debritto
�The best poet in America’ Jean Genet�He brought everybody down to earth, even the angels’ Leonard CohenThe definitive collection from a writer whose transgressive legacy and raw, funny, acutely observant writing has left an enduring markHere is Bukowski eating walnuts and scratching his back, rolling a cigarette while listening to Brahms, showering with Linda in the mid-afternoon.Here is Bukowski knowing that the secret is beyond him, that people who never go crazy live truly horrible lives, that there’s a bluebird in his heart that wants to get out.Here is Bukowski at his most hilarious and heart-breaking, his most raw and profound; here is Bukowski at his best.
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CONTENTS
Cover (#u1d8d7f6a-231d-553c-9848-61d3565ca740)
Title Page (#u1bf851d6-c3cf-5318-ac45-4bb4b4cc2a96)
Copyright (#ue8c28262-d87d-5955-82d6-8006fa004b78)
Introduction (#uaeff3ef9-1fc6-55f2-b48a-9c3392c4bb95)
friendly advice to a lot of young men, and a lot of old men, too (#u9e159778-bc4b-53aa-aec1-e4bff8575427)
as the sparrow (#ulink_f65f45db-a039-51b6-87d2-b4e4aa715766)
layover (#ulink_3f291e67-6d46-55f7-87f6-5151c725574f)
the life of Borodin (#ulink_796e6c3a-6eef-54d9-81f6-a6b0f89ce2e0)
when Hugo Wolf went mad (#ulink_a6145996-c0ac-5a52-839b-faf4fd3e26cd)
destroying beauty (#ulink_0261f684-436c-595f-886e-8c07ff442cc0)
the day I kicked a bankroll out the window (#ulink_28134f0c-2ff5-533c-b0b7-853326e05ec0)
the twins (#ulink_b5ce355e-e692-592b-9ffe-64ccd1c2b1e5)
to the whore who took my poems (#ulink_cc01b2fa-0331-5153-be19-44ea4478db97)
the loser (#ulink_04d2e233-b98a-5ff8-9ba8-e98fead8a9b7)
the best way to get famous is to run away (#ulink_5637087b-99ee-585a-a14f-3391bf85f602)
the tragedy of the leaves (#ulink_1eb4917f-8caa-560c-a4c9-d1c7609d92dd)
old man, dead in a room (#ulink_4578a6b5-379d-5b30-8a82-23ba036de1a9)
the priest and the matador (#ulink_a51f72cb-2ea3-5b64-b4d3-16cb78e2a334)
the state of world affairs from a 3rd floor window (#ulink_0db89134-422f-5605-b98c-b48d7ebea381)
the swan (#ulink_6ffd7e27-a14e-5534-ba16-6c289bca9742)
beans with garlic (#ulink_94946bb1-23b0-575d-8e84-26e5ec11c429)
a poem is a city (#ulink_2090ca06-5018-5c87-9210-192c69db740e)
consummation of grief (#ulink_24127079-875f-5263-8bb4-de680efb820a)
for Jane: with all the love I had, which was not enough (#ulink_5f3a1ef0-4427-5719-a6c4-5dc584cd086b)
for Jane (#ulink_8b6972a9-efeb-51a2-961b-edae8a7029a0)
john dillinger and le chasseur maudit (#ulink_e8c7d02f-32ee-5757-a9d0-da5ad3c27d9c)
crucifix in a deathhand (#ulink_ebdbba92-e5ce-55ca-a4c5-a3fda24b3b3a)
something for the touts, the nuns, the grocery clerks and you . . . (#ulink_a77ffc30-237c-53de-a928-59d575a8ecfd)
no. 6 (#ulink_d2be7951-0dd5-5d98-aa35-114b7980140a)
and the moon and the stars and the world: (#ulink_6ab8a0e9-3ada-5fd9-8e6f-6bb471e601c8)
true story (#ulink_ecec20c1-192e-5c62-91e3-967e911624bb)
the genius of the crowd (#ulink_9206fea1-07bf-59be-ae91-290dc01f17ab)
I met a genius (#ulink_7686e968-706a-53c8-8cea-3993c8d9efa5)
swastika star buttoned to my ass (#ulink_185121e5-24d6-5887-91b1-683e9531d9af)
the blackbirds are rough today (#ulink_67e22d48-5698-5eb2-927f-9f383f292b5d)
If we take— (#ulink_a27a870e-2758-529a-bf79-a43bfb08ecc0)
another academy (#ulink_8b4d4cc9-574a-5e3d-ae3d-ec6a18178eea)
the poetry reading (#ulink_48441841-2695-50a3-ac0e-65014bccc6a9)
the last days of the suicide kid (#ulink_ae13e818-3aea-5984-a96b-13a0520813ba)
the shower (#ulink_cb4e6c63-96f1-5374-8651-6e91655b4962)
the mockingbird (#ulink_1574c153-29e2-5abd-a8ee-ae1e98bd77f4)
style (#ulink_08df16d8-767f-512f-8670-c575b352101a)
girl in a miniskirt reading the Bible outside my window (#ulink_eb398258-2bac-57a0-b19c-85a80880e5e2)
the shoelace (#ulink_7a0b8138-2860-590f-85ef-109832c7c570)
those sons of bitches (#ulink_a5f94fc3-ab9d-5648-a56c-97cda37f047b)
hot (#ulink_243d5efe-1b4f-526f-8116-9c84d98917f0)
trouble with Spain (#ulink_852478c1-d2f5-5de0-807e-5be9663a3551)
a radio with guts (#ulink_7ff9f8a6-4899-5c35-a890-cfa70cbf07dd)
some people never go crazy (#ulink_ae74f964-15e2-5ca0-ba7d-3d1326aa9b2c)
the fisherman (#ulink_fcc3c9b1-b3e3-5de6-b1d8-0119cc504939)
the trash men (#ulink_4ce1ec9f-9358-5607-873b-9099f66889e1)
face of a political candidate on a street billboard (#ulink_bf063596-5878-526a-8219-1411d171aaf9)
the proud thin dying (#ulink_96e7acb8-571f-58b9-8957-cfae8b07e2ce)
an almost made up poem (#ulink_12f4ff9d-5167-5d51-adec-2e8494917f7e)
a love poem for all the women I have known (#ulink_ccd222c3-bf1c-5103-b57c-54b05202a8bc)
art (#ulink_f6fc56a0-bb47-5cb8-99eb-84581e96ea21)
what they want (#ulink_3776b203-37c1-5808-8bd7-288c05b065f1)
one for the shoeshine man (#ulink_1364e7bf-d430-5cf0-9b25-762b385d6087)
the meek have inherited (#ulink_26922ebb-1e9a-5960-b099-83ea8b19d457)
who in the hell is Tom Jones? (#ulink_dd888a7f-efc2-57da-9d23-429a2caf31d4)
and a horse with greenblue eyes walks on the sun (#ulink_eb7322db-57a0-5259-bb7f-47f2feb9466f)
an acceptance slip (#ulink_d094df48-32cc-5575-b5de-033882cedb4b)
the end of a short affair (#ulink_02b61170-d6d7-5a99-9042-c3b0243809cd)
I made a mistake (#ulink_ebc765ee-7c98-5b43-b3ba-0808e272a4f8)
$$$$$$ (#ulink_eb9579e7-9379-518d-b5b0-9695e7b92450)
metamorphosis (#ulink_61b4ea1c-88fc-5202-a30c-fed8ee71363d)
we’ve got to communicate (#ulink_52774bad-527f-5632-9cba-abe1587ebd3e)
the secret of my endurance (#ulink_ffb4f713-b200-5f1a-a52f-f91aa2105613)
Carson McCullers (#ulink_53c5ed72-3822-5de2-b9a4-95cd4edf0174)
sparks (#ulink_8297a13e-0024-5f18-998f-20cf384859ec)
the history of a tough motherfucker (#ulink_9c449376-de12-5848-8665-7539f089529e)
oh, yes (#ulink_f39c8c8a-e561-5535-a9f4-f74a86f9f526)
retirement (#ulink_4c97d2da-2ad9-5b08-8bf8-cee74dba53ce)
luck (#ulink_90c36513-da51-5e0a-aaf2-0b0bfd6e8850)
cornered (#ulink_29da0acd-fa75-521c-814b-04b164fb62b8)
how is your heart? (#ulink_cf501b44-844e-5a3c-80d8-b7ce16e00f12)
the burning of the dream (#ulink_cabc261e-b5fc-5cbb-96c1-35ca240c182d)
hell is a lonely place (#ulink_6aad4177-cbce-5d08-ac6e-e841cd025b81)
the strongest of the strange (#ulink_2f2e08a2-945a-59ba-aa15-f65e0909af86)
8 count (#ulink_f5977b1f-bde3-5707-897b-4cbbc46ce7d8)
we ain’t got no money, honey, but we got rain (#ulink_3461860c-3d1d-5536-8201-8c8e00617214)
flophouse (#ulink_20664460-6cd0-5a94-ba40-611d2634bb88)
the soldier, his wife and the bum (#ulink_a85bb34f-4700-5046-b086-5e2b9e4a241e)
no leaders (#ulink_d4c250ce-69ce-56d7-9e8d-4d202206cfcc)
Dinosauria, we (#ulink_b038d6a0-6183-507a-9dbd-b94361edfbf6)
nirvana (#ulink_f853cf8d-30e3-5b87-9341-d80e828679ff)
the bluebird (#ulink_769fbbc4-9a3c-509f-8410-824414345c82)
the secret (#ulink_f468c8ca-e126-5025-903f-d094c7a8ab5f)
fan letter (#ulink_6c4bbe8c-809e-5383-a70c-a947c2d3de67)
to lean back into it (#ulink_a884ff35-d0c9-5c2e-b410-cdcc1ba34dd9)
the condition book (#ulink_a88d03f1-10f7-5759-ba4c-7479b5faadfa)
a new war (#ulink_29cecdd5-476b-59d2-909e-03773aaffbfd)
the laughing heart (#ulink_41ab6c11-603a-5e94-9ef1-79067dee7b9a)
roll the dice (#ulink_db95e27e-8a4c-5124-82d5-85c66a2b4a4e)
so now? (#ulink_e817f7cc-2c6a-5375-ad25-a848d882f113)
the crunch (#ulink_055f2ad1-de98-5c4a-9585-ba3cab99a4db)
Sources (#ub373fc3d-e373-571b-ac61-3035e7fbdbd4)
Acknowledgments (#ua3344a42-7743-50ef-99d8-badea9c48081)
About the Authors (#ulink_688da1c0-5f96-5960-bbfa-2a270baf9275)
Also by Charles Bukowski (#u53cf5f14-27a7-5971-9261-26fa15b39280)
About the Publisher (#ulink_f486b384-5ad4-5272-b546-9644387bb4f0)
INTRODUCTION (#ulink_c5a7be43-80fb-5638-a4f9-f29ba013cd33)
With more than twenty Charles Bukowski poetry books now available in print and dozens of first-rate unpublished poems on file, an essential collection has been long overdue. The task at hand was titanic: A prolific author by any measure, with some five thousand poems on record written over a span of fifty years, Bukowski famously wrote almost every night in an alcoholic stupor, trashing most of the gibberish the morning after. Picking Bukowski’s best poems out of this massive heap was daunting, to say the least.
“The bluebird,” “the genius of the crowd,” “roll the dice,” “the crunch,” and other popular poems were strong contenders even before I put together a tentative list. As I pored over both the published and the unpublished work, some relatively obscure gems, such as “when Hugo Wolf went mad,” “sparks,” “the loser,” and “another academy” came back to life for me. I also included poems that were pivotal in Bukowski’s career, like “swastika star buttoned to my ass,” which moved longtime German translator, agent, and friend Carl Weissner to become a fervent Bukowski enthusiast after reading it in a small press magazine in England in 1966. There were one hundred and seventy poems in my final selection for the book, which then had to be cut down to only ninety-two—“democracy,” “they, all of them, know,” “the word,” and other top-notch poems had to be discarded.
These ninety-two essential poems barely represent two percent of Bukowski’s mammoth output, but his poetic evolution is hard to miss in this chronological collection. The early poems, with their lyricism and occasional surreal imagery, give way in the 1970s to Bukowski’s “Dirty Old Man” macho persona, when he finally achieves success in his fifties, after which he takes, in his final years, a more philosophical stance on life. Through it all, what remains the same is Bukowski’s brilliance at capturing things as they are, his crystal-clear snapshots of his immediate experiences as well as the world at large, which he hardly ever photoshopped after the fact.
It is precisely this genuineness, along with the timeless quality of Bukowski’s most accomplished poems, that makes us embrace his poetry with open arms: the day-to-day but crucial trivialities found in “the shoelace”; the sensuality of “the shower”; the forces of life at work in “the mockingbird” and “the history of a tough motherfucker”; the elusive nature of art in many of the poems; the self-deprecating humor in “we’ve got to communicate”; the imperfection that makes us almost perfect in “one for the shoeshine man”; and the heartfelt portraits of the artists that Bukowski looks up to.
There’s also the striking, disarming simplicity of “art” and “nirvana”; the Hemingwayesque spare lines of “Carson McCullers” and “hell is a lonely place”; the hymns to individualism and willpower of “no leaders” and “the genius of the crowd”; the never-take-things-for-granted spirit of “I met a genius”; the long narrative poems that read as well-paced short-stories; and the life-affirming drive of “the laughing heart” and “the crunch.” These last two poems show that, despite the darkness that often entered his life and poetry, Bukowski always saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and we can’t help but identify with that feeling.
These poems are Bukowski at his most captivating: unvarnished, witty, and passionate, showing us all “the way” as he listens to classical music on “a radio with guts” and drinks “the blood of the gods” in his small Los Angeles apartments and studios. The Buddha of San Pedro, Bukowski ultimately smiles because he knows the secret of it all is way beyond him, and that’s the beauty of it: Bukowski distills life to its very essence, squeezing the magic out of the ordinary with his unmistakable, surpassing simplicity.
Essential, indeed.
friendly advice to a lot of young men, and a lot of old men, too (#ulink_60ae5aad-e44f-5a0d-a428-56f0e4d0fc25)
Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Paint your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Circle the world in a paper canoe.
Subscribe to the Saturday Evening Post. Chew on the left side of your mouth only. Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor. And carve your name in her anus.
Brush your teeth with gasoline.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the violin.
Do a belly dance before pink candles.
Kill your dog.
Run for mayor.
Live in a barrel.
Break your head with a hatchet.
Plant tulips in the rain.
But don’t write any more poetry.
as the sparrow (#ulink_5921a671-187d-54e0-add9-f3223c934fde)
To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.
layover (#ulink_d02765df-b6cd-53cd-a795-9588940133ca)
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun
making love by a carpet redder than our blood,
making love while the boys sell headlines
and Cadillacs,
making love by a photograph of Paris
and an open pack of Chesterfields,
making love while other men—poor
fools—
work.
That moment—to this . . .
may be years in the way they measure,
but it’s only one sentence back in my mind—
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.
the life of Borodin (#ulink_1aa45ddb-2444-5d92-950c-3d5694ad4122)
the next time you listen to Borodin
remember he was just a chemist
who wrote music to relax;
his house was jammed with people:
students, artists, drunkards, bums,
and he never knew how to say “no.”
the next time you listen to Borodin
remember his wife used his compositions
to line the cat boxes with
or to cover jars of sour milk;
she had asthma and insomnia
and fed him soft-boiled eggs
and when he wanted to cover his head
to hide out the sounds of the house
she only allowed him to use the sheet;
besides there was usually somebody
in his bed
(they slept separately when they slept
at all)
and since all the chairs
were usually taken
he often slept on the stairway
wrapped in an old shawl;
she told him when to cut his nails,
not to sing or whistle
or put too much lemon in his tea
or press it with a spoon;
Symphony #2 in B MinorPrince IgorIn the Steppes of Central Asia he could sleep only by putting a piece of dark cloth over his eyes; in 1887 he attended a dance at the Medical Academy dressed in a merrymaking national costume; at last, he seemed exceptionally gay and when he fell to the floor, they thought he was clowning.
the next time you listen to Borodin,
remember . . .
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