Charles Bukowski's poems are understandable. Most of the poems I had read before were incomprehensible to me, as if the poets purposely tried to confuse us and make us feel stupid or less than them. But not Charles Bukowski' s poetry; he makes sure you understand him clearly and emotionally. He's the king of poetry.
Bukowski was direct in his poetry and transparent in his character, that's why he was so good. A breath of fresh air in a space filled with pretentious individuals.
I'm glad that some of his work has made it on to youtube where it stands a better chance of being seen by newcomers to his work instead of on bookshelves. He had style and certainly knew how things really were/still are (most impressively being able to effectively translate the message to the page). Read his books! He said in one of them that if people are still reading his stuff in 2020 then he will have succeeded.
@@kaskas2810 It will become a prophecy, depending on how we humans deal with the problems we are facing. We must evolve and the rulers, the rich and the powerful must either comply or be dethroned.
Because you don't create poem or art. but it comes to you. So, after a reading or a painting, you ask yourself how you can do such powerfull and beautiful thing.
I listen to this daily to remind me why I'm here, to walk softly and carry a big stick, electric into darkness, like a cemetery at Xmas, as the blackbird walks at the end of feet..cheers Hank 🍻
HipHop culture has brought me to discover Charles Bukowski because of MFDOOM and his use of this poem in his song CELLZ. HipHop and Poetry are such amazing forms of art
Dinosauria, We by Charles Bukowski Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this Walking and living through this Dying because of this Muted because of this Castrated Debauched Disinherited Because of this Fooled by this Used by this Pissed on by this Made crazy and sick by this Made violent Made inhuman By this The heart is blackened The fingers reach for the throat The gun The knife The bomb The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god The fingers reach for the bottle The pill The powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness We are born into a government 60 years in debt That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt And the banks will burn Money will be useless There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs Land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shake the earth Radiated robot men will stalk each other The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground The sun will not be seen and it will always be night Trees will die All vegetation will die Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The sea will be poisoned The lakes and rivers will vanish Rain will be the new gold The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition The petering out of supplies The natural effect of general decay And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that. The sun still hidden there Awaiting the next chapter.
Brilliant,unfiltered! Wisdom like this is painful to obtain but well worth it.Can you handle it? Be prepared its not gonna be pretty but truth often isnt.
Считаю, что один из лучших голосов Америки. Привет из России. Литературный талант ценится везде. Надеюсь на трезвость мыслей американского общества, вам привет, с вами бы выпил.
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this Walking and living through this Dying because of this Muted because of this Castrated Debauched Disinherited Because of this Fooled by this Used by this Pissed on by this Made crazy and sick by this Made violent Made inhuman By this The heart is blackened The fingers reach for the throat The gun The knife The bomb The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god The fingers reach for the bottle The pill The powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness We are born into a government 60 years in debt That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt And the banks will burn Money will be useless There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs Land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shake the earth Radiated robot men will stalk each other The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground The sun will not be seen and it will always be night Trees will die All vegetation will die Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The sea will be poisoned The lakes and rivers will vanish Rain will be the new gold The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition The petering out of supplies The natural effect of general decay And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that. The sun still hidden there Awaiting the next chapter.
Can't thank the underground blackened death metal legends Arkhon Infaustus enough for being my introduction to the mad genius Charles Bukowski through their song "Behind the Husk of Faith".
This was written almost 50 years ago, and he talks about elevating fools, the expense of HC, expense of lawyers, oily fish, and the fingers reach for the bottle, pill, or powder. His poetry was like a premonition. Glad has already come to pass, and I expect he’s right about the end too. Nuclear explosions, airborne disease* etc that our generation will face sooner rather than later.
i dont even know if MF DOOM or modern philosophy brought me here but god bless both. if you ask me this shit is more relevant than ever, but god what an irrelevant yet timeless thing I've just said.
"and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard. Born out of that. The sun hidden there, awaiting the next chapter." To me, this transforms the poem into an expression of the agony and beauty that are equal parts of creation, life and death. There must be mass destruction for things to change. Very Hindu.
"serious shit..." :D Earth will destroy us before we will destroy it. People like to think that they are powerful and responsible, but in reality we are dust in the storm.
We post our opinions of agreement, carefully thought out in the 5 second time-span between typing and clicking 'Comment' , most likely despite our own personal contributions to the hell on Earth we are slowly creating. We generally do not consider ourselves part of the masses. We, the timeless residents of the Online, the ultimate cornucopia of information in modern times. We continue ever forward, spelunking through the caves of RUclips videos, forums, comment sections, and internet shopping, video games and theatrical works, all the while filling our heads with the ideas and accomplishments of others while allowing our own intellect and character to decay. We unknowingly mold ourselves into creatures of habit, the easiest to predict. To Manipulate. To Control. We laugh at the grim and macabre, all but completely desensitized to the pain and suffering of millions across the globe, for life is abundant, and continues to flourish. What threat could anyone be to us, the commoners, the workers, the consumers? Surely it is the masses who hold all of the true power? Without us, the governments of the world are nothing, and this is surely well known. Surely we, the many, the ones who remain mostly anonymous despite our incessant infighting and malicious actions online, would not be troubled by the wars of our leaders, so far away across vast oceans and foreign lands. The spread of new, unknown illnesses and disabilities grows at an exponential rate, yet the internet, our greatest achievement in terms of communication and wealth, will surely give us the solutions to such a trivial dilema. The opinions of those we dislike or disagree with with be drowned out by the crashing waves of repetitive words and insults, for how could we, the masters of the information age, ever be disapprove? We are billions, yet we paradoxically maintain our unique individuality. We were created in the image of whatever we decide it was, for the massive gaps in history give us little answers to our origins, therefore making factual history irrelevant to us. Why bother to read ancient texts created by the less evolved, less intelligent of our race? We could easily obtain a summary of the information from any one of our trillions of trusted sources. We are infinite, for OUR ideologies can be recorded and archived for eternity. Surely OUR stories will be heard, unlike our poor, uneducated ancestors. Surely WE would not fall prey to such a fate, as described in the writings of Charles Bukowski. Of this, we are certain. Surely.
Sounds about right Hank! - but how did you know all this was going to happen? & people said you were a drunken bum! what do they know? nothing nada zilch that's what ...
This is my favorite piece of poetry he’s spot on 25 years after he wrote it. Sounds like it comes from the mind of a prophet he doesn’t mince words
Oh yeah? Which of what he spoke here has come to pass?
I love how 90% of this poem has come to fruition.
The last 10% is gonna really suck.
history tends to repeat itself if you're watching ;)
about.95%.now
We're at 98%
APPROACHING IMPLOSIVE LEVELS OF APOCALYPTIC PREDICTION, SIR!!!
Charles Bukowski's poems are understandable. Most of the poems I had read before were incomprehensible to me, as if the poets purposely tried to confuse us and make us feel stupid or less than them.
But not Charles Bukowski' s poetry; he makes sure you understand him clearly and emotionally.
He's the king of poetry.
C Dream style. "To do a dangerous thing with style is what i call 'art'." Hank was an artist.
C Dream exactly:) His words is simple and revolutionary:)
@@rubendrabagdash655 “In times of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act” - GO
I 100% agree his poems are raw and accessible
older poetry was definitely wrote in a different way.
Bukowski was direct in his poetry and transparent in his character, that's why he was so good. A breath of fresh air in a space filled with pretentious individuals.
Idk. Some people are transparent and direct and their poetry is shit
Radiated men eat the flesh of radiated men...I fucking love how far he takes it in this poem.
This is the greatest poem ever wrighten ❤
Bukowski's words are beautiful, there isn't a poet who describes the human condition better than him.
Beautiful. What a writer. A man with vision and balls.
Stuff like this keeps me alive. These human thoughts. Poets helping me understand thoughts I couldn't put into words. nice
Human. Right there. Hank was very human. It means a lot.
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
It's here the entire time. If you listen with the right kind of ear, you can hear it anytime.
MF DOOM "CELLZ" brought me here
RIP
@@skinbag420 😭
DOOM from the realm of El-Ca-loom smelly gel fume
MF DOOM sent me here
Same here, love em both :) rip to the legends!
I remember revisiting this poem 5 years ago and was thinking “wow this is relevant”. Now today it is more relevant than I’d like to say
and now even more.
Unfortunately it will become more and more relevant as the days pass . Be kind to your self and one another for the future is not friendly
Frazer P is exactly right. This poem will become only more relevant with time. The sun awaits the next chapter.
@@goldentoad5769 yep, still relevant
I woke up feeling a bit down, but now I've got something to look forward to
Well if it works it works
I'm glad that some of his work has made it on to youtube where it stands a better chance of being seen by newcomers to his work instead of on bookshelves. He had style and certainly knew how things really were/still are (most impressively being able to effectively translate the message to the page). Read his books! He said in one of them that if people are still reading his stuff in 2020 then he will have succeeded.
Turbulent Juice my first bukowski book was pulp a few days ago and I loved it so much.
His work also lives on in the musicians he's influenced. I first heard Bukowski on MF DOOM'S heavily inspired album BORN LIKE THIS track 10 CELLZ
I like how amused he is by his own words, at the end
Yes it is.
serious shit
Maybe it is not his words. Maybe he is just reading. In theese days it seems more like a prophecy than an oridinary poem.
@@kaskas2810 It will become a prophecy, depending on how we humans deal with the problems we are facing. We must evolve and the rulers, the rich and the powerful must either comply or be dethroned.
Because you don't create poem or art. but it comes to you. So, after a reading or a painting, you ask yourself how you can do such powerfull and beautiful thing.
I listen to this daily to remind me why I'm here, to walk softly and carry a big stick, electric into darkness, like a cemetery at Xmas, as the blackbird walks at the end of feet..cheers Hank 🍻
The most beautiful & dark poem ever said .. .
I love how at the end Buk goes “serious shit” as if he was reading someone else’s poem
he unconsciously wrote that poem
Serious shit, indeed. About 30 years later no less.
This poem hits so close to home. This poem is almost prophecy.
HipHop culture has brought me to discover Charles Bukowski because of MFDOOM and his use of this poem in his song CELLZ. HipHop and Poetry are such amazing forms of art
It's coming true, I had a feeling he was right.
What a brilliant man
He was a walking, talking example of how much abuse the human body can take and still live past 70.
Well, him & William S. Burroughs and Keith Richards. We really need to start thinking about what kind of a world we will be leaving to Keith Richards.
This right here is why I hope to tell my children one day not to think just because Keith can do it means that you can do it.
Everyone else is a great example of how much abuse the human can take... just that... just that...
@@jantewierik3905 the world has become so politically correct and divided that humanity has lost the plot :(
@Jimmy Jammy see what I see. A warming about RIGHT now.
Best poem i ever heard
Dinosauria, We
by Charles Bukowski
Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.
Thank you!! 💙💯
This poem makes me smile uncontrollably, and I'm worried about that.
Brilliant,unfiltered! Wisdom like this is painful to obtain but well worth it.Can you handle it? Be prepared its not gonna be pretty but truth often isnt.
Could happen; he says. Well Charles, you called it, it has already begun.
Excellent piece. Live reading with the natural words at the end…
I love this man.
Just excellent and "visionaire".
What a brilliant man!
I guess the truth will always be the truth. Thanks for sharing.
I love the ending... its something to look foward to
(sigh)...for all of his flaws...he truly was...a gifted man...rest in peace Hank.
Считаю, что один из лучших голосов Америки. Привет из России. Литературный талант ценится везде.
Надеюсь на трезвость мыслей американского общества, вам привет, с вами бы выпил.
2020-2021 People get ready, there’s a train a coming!
MF DOOM showed me Bukowski.
Brilliant and prophetic.
Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.
thank you
Listening in 2021. Still so relevant.
“The most beautiful silence never heard” chilling
We are here. America 2020.
“As the elevators break” ugh, and then “the state of natural decay” sums up entropy in society perfectly,
recent news reminded me of this poem. i don't want to live in interesting times anymore.
Yep....
Superb....the title alone is perfection!
This man just prophecised over the fate of man.
Frightenly accurate.
the most important piece of lyric ever written
ok Im hardcore about Bukowski.....but this left me..Speechless....
I love the way he talks calmly but full of truth and anger at the same time. Bukowski, he was the real shit.
im just glad to hear the author recite his poem; but holy shit what a poem
At least it has a happy ending.
wow, he was so right. amazing. my favorite poem
What a powerful poem. And all this shits gonna go down if humanity doesn't wise up.
Good thing is we just started that space flight for billionaires thing. Still got some poem to go.
this is my favorite thing ever
born like this
He was predicing our present moment!!
Drunk. but fucking wise!
And here we are well on our way.!
Charles Bukowski brought me here.
Can't thank the underground blackened death metal legends Arkhon Infaustus enough for being my introduction to the mad genius Charles Bukowski through their song "Behind the Husk of Faith".
For all in my family
serious fuckn shit !
MF DOOM BROUGHT ME HERE!
this man spittin'
Quarantine brought me here - June 2020
This was written almost 50 years ago, and he talks about elevating fools, the expense of HC, expense of lawyers, oily fish, and the fingers reach for the bottle, pill, or powder. His poetry was like a premonition. Glad has already come to pass, and I expect he’s right about the end too. Nuclear explosions, airborne disease* etc that our generation will face sooner rather than later.
Did somebody say "u-rah?" His face matches hi personality perfectly 🥰
Respect
I keep coming back
its only newer
I'm reading Buko in French. A Big Big Writer
"the genius of the crowd" by bukowski. both poems should be read together. they complement each other like nothin else ever written
this is a checklist now
i dont even know if MF DOOM or modern philosophy brought me here but god bless both. if you ask me this shit is more relevant than ever, but god what an irrelevant yet timeless thing I've just said.
THE GREAT CHARLES BUKOWSKI👑❤
Most of what he talked about is actually happening today. The rest is still to come.
this is good.
Most of that has already happened, as he predicted. The radiated men are next.
Man I'm so bummed now.
"and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard. Born out of that. The sun hidden there, awaiting the next chapter." To me, this transforms the poem into an expression of the agony and beauty that are equal parts of creation, life and death. There must be mass destruction for things to change. Very Hindu.
A great into humanity, the selfish will ruin us all
"serious shit..." :D
Earth will destroy us before we will destroy it. People like to think that they are powerful and responsible, but in reality we are dust in the storm.
darkness has beauty. bukowski is the truth.
DOOM
FROM THE REALM OF EL KELUM
Friedrich Nietzsche smelly gel fume
@@maxtech1015 Separating cell wounds, to Melly Mel boom.
Dee Jones revelations in Braille, respiration, inhale, view, nations fail and shaking of a snake tail, make do
Max Milewski major vet, spaded thru the vest with a Bayonet!
cellz brought me here 2019
We post our opinions of agreement, carefully thought out in the 5 second time-span between typing and clicking 'Comment' , most likely despite our own personal contributions to the hell on Earth we are slowly creating. We generally do not consider ourselves part of the masses. We, the timeless residents of the Online, the ultimate cornucopia of information in modern times. We continue ever forward, spelunking through the caves of RUclips videos, forums, comment sections, and internet shopping, video games and theatrical works, all the while filling our heads with the ideas and accomplishments of others while allowing our own intellect and character to decay. We unknowingly mold ourselves into creatures of habit, the easiest to predict. To Manipulate. To Control. We laugh at the grim and macabre, all but completely desensitized to the pain and suffering of millions across the globe, for life is abundant, and continues to flourish. What threat could anyone be to us, the commoners, the workers, the consumers? Surely it is the masses who hold all of the true power? Without us, the governments of the world are nothing, and this is surely well known. Surely we, the many, the ones who remain mostly anonymous despite our incessant infighting and malicious actions online, would not be troubled by the wars of our leaders, so far away across vast oceans and foreign lands. The spread of new, unknown illnesses and disabilities grows at an exponential rate, yet the internet, our greatest achievement in terms of communication and wealth, will surely give us the solutions to such a trivial dilema. The opinions of those we dislike or disagree with with be drowned out by the crashing waves of repetitive words and insults, for how could we, the masters of the information age, ever be disapprove? We are billions, yet we paradoxically maintain our unique individuality. We were created in the image of whatever we decide it was, for the massive gaps in history give us little answers to our origins, therefore making factual history irrelevant to us. Why bother to read ancient texts created by the less evolved, less intelligent of our race? We could easily obtain a summary of the information from any one of our trillions of trusted sources. We are infinite, for OUR ideologies can be recorded and archived for eternity. Surely OUR stories will be heard, unlike our poor, uneducated ancestors. Surely WE would not fall prey to such a fate, as described in the writings of Charles Bukowski. Of this, we are certain. Surely.
Morrison had the same outlook. "Unborn living, living dead".
Sounds about right Hank! - but how did you know all this was going to happen? & people said you were a drunken bum! what do they know? nothing nada zilch that's what ...
His critics couldn't even write a line!
Anarchy is already here. A visionary. R.I.P.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
anarchy is not here. this is all the opposite of anarchy.
-Someone that doesn't know what anarchy is
This is some serious shit, man. I mean, this could really happen
Yes
@AngstKultur Nick Cave who is a musician too?
Love him
it's happening.
MF DOOM 😭🔥🔥
@blandad There were some riots in 1943, but the city was never burned down. Furthermore it has to be 'was mobbed', not 'is being mobbed'.
Sounds like he's speaking to H.S.Thompson there, at the end.
Yeah.
Prophet of truth.
as the lights go out...
villain man never ran with krills in his hand
wo't stop rockin til he clocked in a gazzillion grand