Like the goose that laid the golden egg, man destroys everything good , for in his own mind, that which he desires, loves, admires, but cannot keep, he views as whorishly evil. I get it Chuck... I get it.
. . . Hi, Jeremy Wards: Thanks-a-LOT for Your gentle Tribute to great poet Buk !!! Thanks for Your creative "job" & for Your precious time & for Your superb voice & 'appropriate' sensitive intonation/s reading HIS verses !!!
when we were kids there was a strange house all the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). and there was a fish pond a large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. they came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands. our parents had told us: “never go near that house.” so, of course, we went. we wondered if anybody lived there. weeks went by and we never saw anybody. then one day we heard a voice from the house “YOU GOD DAMNED WHORE!” it was a man’s voice. then the screen door of the house was flung open and the man walked out. he was holding a fifth of whiskey in his right hand. he was about 30. he had a cigar in his mouth, needed a shave. his hair was wild and and uncombed and he was barefoot in undershirt and pants. but his eyes were bright. they blazed with brightness and he said, “hey, little gentlemen, having a good time, I hope?” then he gave a little laugh and walked back into the house. we left, went back to my parents’ yard and thought about it. our parents, we decided, had wanted us to stay away from there because they never wanted us to see a man like that, a strong natural man with beautiful eyes. our parents were ashamed that they were not like that man, that’s why they wanted us to stay away. but we went back to that house and the bamboo and the tame goldfish. we went back many times for many weeks but we never saw or heard the man again. the shades were down as always and it was quiet. then one day as we came back from school we saw the house. it had burned down, there was nothing left, just a smoldering twisted black foundation and we went to the fish pond and there was no water in it and the fat orange goldfish were dead there, drying out. we went back to my parents’ yard and talked about it and decided that our parents had burned their house down, had killed them had killed the goldfish because it was all too beautiful, even the bamboo forest had burned. they had been afraid of the man with the beautiful eyes. and we were afraid then that all throughout our lives things like that would happen, that nobody wanted anybody to be strong and beautiful like that, that others would never allow it, and that many people would have to die.
Amazing pictures. Any chance that you could share a link to a dropbox or something with the pics? I wouldn't use them for anything other than to view them. Not that my word means anything but I think you understand.
Bukowsky assumes the arsonists were their parents. And perhaps rightly so. Seeing beauty and wanting it to survive and spread is a mark of a human spirit that doesn’t exist yet. And may never. Burning it down is all we know. And want. It makes me tired...
this one is soo good
I've read Bukowski since i was 17. I always felt like an outcast. I drink & write. What a trope.
Dude, how come i'm always so alone, if there's people like us everywhere
@@angelachen4371 Seperated by distance and society mate.
The same time I found him too
How’s the writing going?
@@sarkar_ma please tell me youre still writing. Id like to hear your sorrow
bukowski fucks me up. really enjoying this, thank you so much
We went back to that you tube channel. it had everything we loved. cheers
I love all the images he puts with his words
Like the goose that laid the golden egg, man destroys everything good , for in his own mind, that which he desires, loves, admires, but cannot keep, he views as whorishly evil. I get it Chuck... I get it.
. . . Hi, Jeremy Wards: Thanks-a-LOT for Your gentle Tribute to great poet Buk !!! Thanks for Your creative "job" & for Your precious time & for Your superb voice & 'appropriate' sensitive intonation/s reading HIS verses !!!
The fish were Koi, the problem was loss but the gaze was fire. You can be like that too.
Blink as fast as you can while watching the video
when we were kids
there was a strange house
all the shades were
always
drawn
and we never heard voices
in there
and the yard was full of
bamboo
and we liked to play in
the bamboo
pretend we were
Tarzan
(although there was no
Jane).
and there was a
fish pond
a large one
full of the
fattest goldfish
you ever saw
and they were
tame.
they came to the
surface of the water
and took pieces of
bread
from our hands.
our parents had
told us:
“never go near that
house.”
so, of course,
we went.
we wondered if anybody
lived there.
weeks went by and we
never saw
anybody.
then one day
we heard
a voice
from the house
“YOU GOD DAMNED
WHORE!”
it was a man’s
voice.
then the screen
door
of the house was
flung open
and the man
walked
out.
he was holding a
fifth of whiskey
in his right
hand.
he was about
30.
he had a cigar
in his
mouth,
needed a shave.
his hair was
wild and
and uncombed
and he was
barefoot
in undershirt
and pants.
but his eyes
were
bright.
they blazed
with
brightness
and he said,
“hey, little
gentlemen,
having a good
time, I
hope?”
then he gave a
little laugh
and walked
back into the
house.
we left,
went back to my
parents’ yard
and thought
about it.
our parents,
we decided,
had wanted us
to stay away
from there
because they
never wanted us
to see a man
like
that,
a strong natural
man
with
beautiful
eyes.
our parents
were ashamed
that they were
not
like that
man,
that’s why they
wanted us
to stay
away.
but
we went back
to that house
and the bamboo
and the tame
goldfish.
we went back
many times
for many weeks
but we never
saw
or heard
the man
again.
the shades were
down
as always
and it was
quiet.
then one day
as we came back from
school
we saw the
house.
it had burned
down,
there was nothing
left,
just a smoldering
twisted black
foundation
and we went to
the fish pond
and there was
no water
in it
and the fat
orange goldfish
were dead
there,
drying out.
we went back to
my parents’ yard
and talked about
it
and decided that
our parents had
burned their
house down,
had killed
them
had killed the
goldfish
because it was
all too
beautiful,
even the bamboo
forest had
burned.
they had been
afraid of
the man with the
beautiful
eyes.
and
we were afraid
then
that
all throughout our lives
things like that
would
happen,
that nobody
wanted
anybody
to be
strong and
beautiful
like that,
that
others would never
allow it,
and that
many people
would have to
die.
great poem
I heard T.waits read a poem of C B and remembered the song he sang of the house. Think there is an affinity with these men
Amazing pictures. Any chance that you could share a link to a dropbox or something with the pics? I wouldn't use them for anything other than to view them. Not that my word means anything but I think you understand.
Ah, unfortunately I no longer have these photos. When I switched video formats I dumped it to make space :/
No problem. Thanks anyways. Keep up the great work.
Just...Just F. great
Try blink fast when watching ❤
nice
but my eyelids hurt
Bukowsky assumes the arsonists were their parents. And perhaps rightly so. Seeing beauty and wanting it to survive and spread is a mark of a human spirit that doesn’t exist yet. And may never. Burning it down is all we know. And want. It makes me tired...
Charles
from wich book does that comes from? thanks
from "The Last Night Of The Earth Poems" (1992)
The images. I saw a guy vomit somewhere in those pictures.
#Metoo
Some shine😌 and can't help it -
what a freakn mess
😕 .•°
Society sucks 😭
Write your own stuff
repression is strong in most of you until you express your death onto someone who is alive
Try blink fast when watching ❤