Man this hits deep. I’m 28 and just got sober and I’ve spent near a decade living that life of tiny rooms and lonesome intoxication. There is a certain ecstasy to those down and out times that I can’t explain and I miss it so much even though I’m much more adapted now without alcohol. There’s always that other world calling.
Charles Bukowski helps me to think. Sometimes I think long and hard, and still I get no answers to my questions..... This is a great Poem.... The background music makes even more so,.......
all right, I know that you are tired of hearing it but how about this one last time? all those tiny rooms in all those cities, going from one city to another from one cheap rented room to another terrified and sickened of what people were. it was the same any place and every place, thousands and thousands of miles spent looking out the window of a Greyhound bus, listening to them talk, looking at them, their heads, their ears, the way they walked. these were strangers from somewhere else, lifeless parallel perpendiculars, they drove the blade through my gut, even the lovely girls, with guile of eye, with the lilt and magic of their bodies where only a down payment on a mirage, life’s cheap trick. I went from room to room from city to city, hiding, looking, waiting… for what? for nothing but the irresponsible and negative desire to at least not be like them. I loved those old rooms, the worn rugs, the walk down the hall to the bathroom, even the rats and the
mice and the roaches were comrades… and along the way somehow I discovered the classical composers. I had an old record player. and rather than eat I used what funds I had for cheap wine and record albums. and I rolled cigarettes, smoked, drank, listened to the music in the dark. I remember one particular night when Wagner really lifted the ceiling off my room I got up out of bed joy-stricken, I stood there and lifted both arms toward the ceiling and I caught sight of myself in the dresser mirror and there was nothing left of me, a skeleton of a man, down from 200 pounds to 130, with sunken cheeks. I saw this death skull looking at me and it was so
ridiculous and so lovely that I started to laugh and the thing in the mirror laughed back and it got funnier and funnier as I lifted my arms higher toward the ceiling. and along with those old rooms, I was lucky, I had gentle old landladies, with pictures of Christ on the stairways, but they were always nice in spite of that. “Mr. Chinaski, your rent is overdue, are you all right?” “oh, yes, thank you.” “I hear your music playing, night and day, you sit in your room night and day with the shades pulled down… are you all right?” “I’m a writer.” “a writer?” “yes, I just sent something to the New Yorker I’m sure I’ll be hearing from them any day now.”
somehow if you told them you were a writer they would put up with all sorts of excuses, especially if you were in your early twenties. (later on, it was a hard sell as I was to find out.) but I loved those small rooms in all of those cities with all of those landladies and Brahms and Sibelius and Shostakovich and Ives and Sir Edward Elgar and the Chopin Etudes and Borodin Beethoven Hayden Handel Moussorgsky, etc. now, somehow, after decades of those rooms and half-assed barren jobs and after tossing out literally 40 or 50 pounds of rejected manuscripts I still return to a
small room, here, to recount to you once more the wonder of my madness then. the difference now being that while my writing hasn’t changed that much, my luck has. and it was in those rooms in the half light of some 4 a.m. a shrunken man on the shelf of nowhere was young enough to then remain young forever. rooms of glory.
Hey, Jeremy, I jusr wantet to tell you how much I love this is piece of art. I also write poetry and every time when I need an inspiration I come here to watch your videos. Your videos are so amazing. I like them so much.
one of my favorites from my Brokowski, really sucks you into his world also your channel is a treasure for youtube also there are people ripping the audio from your videos and uploading to youtube (in case you cared)
I'll take a look when I get back to my pc for the name, but i'm pretty sure it's a free-use audio file that youtube offers in their Ambient collection.
Who is Jeremy ward? The video began with this question and then continued with the poem only to end with the phrase, “This is who he is.” I think the person making these videos is answering that question in every video he makes. He is not telling you who he is but rather showing it through his art. Every video on this channel, reveals Jeremy Ward’s true identity.
most of them: wagner. shostakovich, chopin, handel, mussorgsky, elgar. you even miss pronounced the word etude by placing emphasis on the wrong syllable lol
Let it not bring you down. Take the time to find the music from these great composers. Once you do, the madness of Bukowski will be more familiar, the composer's names will roll off the tongue and life will forever alter into something unknown.
That being said, then this is oddly poetic: "What about this "lol" Why do kids these days think they can use lol instead of a full stop or period? Bukowski would spit on your shoes." -Irgendeinfakeprofil
Wagner is pronounced vaagner, as he was german. The other dude, Robert wagner, was a movie actor once married to natalie wood. It even gets worse.... Hi den. Not hay den. Spelt haydn. Just saying. the mispronounciation spoils the poem. Although not one of Bukowski's best. He's rambling.
Man this hits deep. I’m 28 and just got sober and I’ve spent near a decade living that life of tiny rooms and lonesome intoxication. There is a certain ecstasy to those down and out times that I can’t explain and I miss it so much even though I’m much more adapted now without alcohol. There’s always that other world calling.
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we're all alone from birth till death... masking this emptiness with temporary relationships...
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@@TheNachoesuncapo me too
You got it
He was one of those old rooms of glory with Chopin etudes and smoke swirling.
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I don’t know what are the whole thing means
But it’s sounds I’m loving it too
cant stop listening to these
you and me both
Charles Bukowski helps me to think. Sometimes I think long and hard, and still I get no answers to my questions..... This is a great Poem.... The background music makes even more so,.......
Sometime when you stop thinking.... You know all there is to know..... Two minutes to midnight .. Has arrived
That story was beautiful! And the narration too
Dude, you recite his poems perfectly.
Apart from the small matter of butchering the pronunciation of 10 or more classical composers lol. Apart from that , though, i must agree
This makes me think of the lonely landscapes of cities that no one ever sees when they are sat in their cosy homes with loved ones around them.
Exactly. They’re missing out on that beauty
"Rooms of glory," indeed. Art has saved me many times.
all right, I know that you are tired of hearing
it
but how about this one last time?
all those tiny rooms in all those cities,
going from one city to another
from one cheap rented room to another
terrified and sickened of what people were.
it was the same any place and every place,
thousands and thousands of miles spent
looking out the window of a Greyhound bus,
listening to them talk, looking at them,
their heads, their ears, the way they walked.
these were strangers from somewhere else,
lifeless parallel perpendiculars,
they drove the blade through my gut,
even the lovely girls,
with guile of eye, with the lilt and magic of
their bodies
where only a down payment on a
mirage,
life’s cheap trick.
I went from room to room
from city to city,
hiding, looking, waiting…
for what?
for nothing but the
irresponsible and negative
desire
to at least
not be like
them.
I loved those old rooms,
the worn rugs,
the walk down the hall
to the bathroom,
even the rats and the
mice and the roaches
were comrades…
and along the way
somehow I discovered
the classical composers.
I had an old record player.
and rather than eat
I used what funds I had
for cheap wine and
record albums.
and I rolled cigarettes,
smoked, drank,
listened to the music
in the dark.
I remember one particular
night
when Wagner really
lifted the ceiling off
my room
I got up
out of bed
joy-stricken,
I stood there and lifted
both arms toward the
ceiling
and I caught sight of
myself in the dresser
mirror
and there was nothing left
of me,
a skeleton of a man,
down from 200 pounds to
130,
with sunken
cheeks.
I saw this death skull
looking at me
and it was so
ridiculous and so lovely
that I started to laugh
and the thing in the mirror
laughed back
and it got
funnier and funnier
as I lifted my arms
higher toward the
ceiling.
and along with those old
rooms,
I was lucky,
I had gentle old landladies,
with pictures of
Christ on the stairways,
but they were always nice
in spite of that.
“Mr. Chinaski, your rent is
overdue, are you all
right?”
“oh, yes, thank you.”
“I hear your music playing,
night and day,
you sit in your room night
and day with the shades
pulled down…
are you all right?”
“I’m a writer.”
“a writer?”
“yes, I just sent something
to the New Yorker
I’m sure I’ll be hearing from
them any day now.”
somehow if you told them
you were a writer
they would put up with all
sorts of
excuses,
especially if you were
in your early
twenties.
(later on, it was a hard
sell
as I was to
find out.)
but I loved those
small rooms in all of
those cities with all
of those landladies
and Brahms
and Sibelius
and Shostakovich
and Ives
and Sir Edward Elgar
and the Chopin Etudes
and Borodin
Beethoven
Hayden
Handel
Moussorgsky,
etc.
now, somehow, after
decades of
those rooms
and half-assed barren
jobs
and after tossing out
literally 40 or 50
pounds of rejected
manuscripts
I still return to a
small room,
here,
to recount to you
once more
the wonder of
my madness
then.
the difference now
being
that while my writing hasn’t
changed that much,
my luck
has.
and
it was in those rooms
in the half light of
some 4 a.m.
a shrunken man on the
shelf of nowhere
was young enough to
then
remain young
forever.
rooms of
glory.
One of his best
these videos are great! the poem, the music, the images...this is one of my favorites. thanks!!
I dont know why i like this video so much
I adore these videos, tremendous work my friend
yeah who is Jeremy ward ?
this is Gold!
Thank you so much. Subbed. Hank, you are so missed😔😔😔❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏
Hey, Jeremy, I jusr wantet to tell you how much I love this is piece of art. I also write poetry and every time when I need an inspiration I come here to watch your videos. Your videos are so amazing. I like them so much.
Genius, genius
one of my favorites from my Brokowski, really sucks you into his world
also your channel is a treasure for youtube
also there are people ripping the audio from your videos and uploading to youtube (in case you cared)
Thank you. I know, youtube notifies me of content-matching, it's all good (thus far)
this video is fantastic.great work man!
such a good reading! 💓
Ur an artist
Great. Thankyou.
Wagner is pronounced Vaagnor German composer. Hate to do that. Love ur vids you read him well. Thanks
what an immense poem jesus
I feel you.
I've been walking down that hallway on my hands and knees since the day I was born ‐ I'll be 58 this year, how much can a koala bear?
Great work but slowing it down slightly would make a massive difference, to me anyway
Thanks man
Man you sound a bit like Bukowski... Thank for this!
I haven’t been able to find the poem on the internet. Do you happen to know in which collection it has been written?
I can hear you
This text is from which book? Great video
Well done....
I am you! You are me! We are................ ⏳
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Hey ! can you help me find the poem ? im trying to find it in writing, not sure what book its in, or its title
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bukowski.net/database/detail.php?WorkNumber=3747
Thank you !
do the prologue of "a cloud in the trousers by Mayakovski. Please
will do, thanks
I like it
Where i can find this poem?
Which book is this poem from? can't find it on the net.
Tyler Tyrant factotum
@@ashton1991 Thanks after all these years
Hey jeremy, can you reveal what song is sampled in the background?
I'll take a look when I get back to my pc for the name, but i'm pretty sure it's a free-use audio file that youtube offers in their Ambient collection.
It's called "Nevada City." RUclips gives it out for free use in their Ambient collection.
I know
❤
I actually googled jeremy ward and i am stil unsatisfied with the results lmao
Who is Jeremy wade really??
Where i can find this complete?
This Is Complete
I mean, for reading.
Who is Jeremy ward? The video began with this question and then continued with the poem only to end with the phrase, “This is who he is.” I think the person making these videos is answering that question in every video he makes. He is not telling you who he is but rather showing it through his art. Every video on this channel, reveals Jeremy Ward’s true identity.
I replace the word 'writer' with 'photographer' and I find more than common ground.
Someone's been listening to Joe Frank.
Waiting. For what?
For nothing but the irresponsible and negative desire to at least not be like them.
Transcend
This piece must have influenced joker
thats who I am too
Gods, statues, and nerver ending wealth, mix in a little religion, a very controled populas
It's pronounced "VAHG-ner"
Pronounce the composers names correctly please.
John Gillespie I apologize. Which ones did I screw up?
most of them: wagner. shostakovich, chopin, handel, mussorgsky, elgar. you even miss pronounced the word etude by placing emphasis on the wrong syllable lol
Let it not bring you down. Take the time to find the music from these great composers. Once you do, the madness of Bukowski will be more familiar, the composer's names will roll off the tongue and life will forever alter into something unknown.
@irgendeinfakeprofil I'm not sure he would. He himself didn't allows follow proper syntax and doesn't write in a traditional way.
That being said, then this is oddly poetic:
"What about this "lol"
Why do kids these days think they can use lol instead of a full stop or period?
Bukowski would spit on your shoes."
-Irgendeinfakeprofil
But you don’t
The fuck I care about Jeremy ward
Wagner is pronounced vaagner, as he was german. The other dude, Robert wagner, was a movie actor once married to natalie wood. It even gets worse.... Hi den. Not hay den. Spelt haydn. Just saying. the mispronounciation spoils the poem. Although not one of Bukowski's best. He's rambling.
Nice reading.
I think you mispronounced every single composer's name, lol.
Still, nice reading.