Exactly! One of the greatest writers of all time, Oscar Wilde, said, “ Nowadays books are written by everybody and read by nobody “. Just munch on that awhile.
❤️🔥 “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think I'm not going to make it but you laugh inside remembering all the times you've felt that way” ❤️🔥 ~ Charles Bukowski 😎
@Community Literature Initiative - I was "homeless" for years, including 1981. I despise the designation "homeless" however "streetful" doesn't work. I was cleaning a horrible apartment in upscale West Hollywood so that I could use the shower. Diane and a woman I didn't know entered the apartment with a new bottle of wine. "This is Linda", she said, "her husband is a poet..." and Diane went clubbing for the night. Linda and I drank the wine, taking our time. She talked about everything, including her husband. "He writes for the Free Press", she said. Said I, "Notes from a Dirty Old Man I think..." - "that's him", she said, and I admitted that I had never read his column. We drank, Linda left for Pedro, Diane came home, drunk. The next day I went to the West Hollywood Public Library on San Vicente and I sat and read Bukowski for hours. The librarian told me I would have to leave because I kept laughing out loud. Charles Bukowski has saved me from suicide many, many times. Thank you for this.
thanks for sharing, Dennis.... in 1980 I moved to the Bronx to be close to Manhattan and started looking for a job.... saw an ad in the Village Voice where they were looking for people to tidy up census reports from earlier that year.... walking unfamiliar windy empty streets, learning to knock with keys that opened the doors to my apartment where the lone radiator would bang and jive, bang and jive... never delivering with the heat... the place colder than many of the hallways/doorways I knew in the daytime. I like your version better.
Dennis Mason & William Morse, thank you both for sharing your experiences. Dennis, I hope you continue to resist the temptation to just call it quits. It's wonderful to read that Bukowsky has helped you. William, I hope you have found warmth, in every sense of the word...As for David Scharf's dismissive comment at the end, I hope you gentlemen have the presence of mind to say, Fuck Him! He clearly doesn't understand. My thanks again for sharing and best wishes to you both.
"Starving" means bowing out of a life routine to resist capitalism that intrudes your 24hr day. Any prolific artist has to do it if they want to work the magic.
Oh god thank you..once I let my boyfriend read some of my writing he trashed it..my advice never let close ones read your writing..tell them to go buy it when it's publish..
It's like if you're a blues player you have to have lived it to play it. And I think he has had a pretty rough life I have never seen a happy poem. I have an outsider book with him in it there were only five positions fronted by Gypsy Lou price or was it Lujan press. That is what got me interested in this and researching the stories the one of gypsy Lou Webb is a great story and she's 92 and still alive and I have the movie and it was good
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2: 10 - EXCEPT for booze, Sir! I did the same thing with the bass guitar, only I gave it up to have a family. I wouldn't trade a minute of those 12 years, though. Charles Bukowski is one of my favorite sources for written entertainment, I was referred by my youngest brother, and the boozy lifestyle was the reason. Me, not my bro.
Love him or hate him, he is very wise, I've always loved reading Bukowski but I know there are a lot that feel the opposite which is fine, but I don't think he should be completely disregarded as some sloppy drunk. He really starved for his art and actually made it, which not many others can say truthfully.
Kevin, I know it's been a while since you posted your comment; who knows where you are at now? I remain slightly perplexed though. You reference the African-American Professor's casual opening greeting, in a vernacular that would be familiar to millions. Then you go on to posit that "Scotland has standards". Are you implying that the man would be unwelcome here? Doesn't quite come up to scratch because he embraces some of his own cultural norms in America? He is clearly open minded & intelligent enough to teach creative writing at a very advanced level - a professor, remember - and advocates a provocative free thinker like Bukowsky. Sounds great to me!...Somehow, for you, that's good enough for England but not here??? You got a problem with the gentleman in question? I apologise if I have misread your comment. Please clarify?
Bukowski was a great poet but a not so good prose writer. I believe there are many who would call his novels boring, and I've been one of them. 'Women'. Case in point. Equally, these are this University's top Bukowski rules. Are these definitively the things Bukowski would say if you asked him? I don't know. Also, don't starve. That's no good for anyone.
@@outis439-A Post Office is okay and I liked Factotum. I'm just saying that there are a lotta people who would say he was boring, and I can understand, even though I like some of his stuff. It's subjective.
@@maxwatt5938 Yeah, I must say you really are full of it. I mean, if what you are saying is true that people haunt the streets in protest on how boring Bukowski is, people would make fun of the 'anti boredom' thing he always preached. Quite ironic for a boring writer if I do say so myself, but I don't. Especially from Post Office. The syntax makes the story. It's comparable to Catcher in The Rye easily. A matter of fact, I personally think it's more interesting and funny.
Bukowski should have learned to write himself before giving advice to others, his writings are depressing, boring and pathetic. There are so many good writers around today and why anybody would admire his rubbish is a mystery.
99.99999999999% of writers today don't write real. You either can't figure out what the hell they're trying to say, it's fake, or it's put on. It's not real. Bukowski was real. You need to live your life like that. If you don't know what I mean then you need to take the time to figure it out.
@@justinedse8435 Bukowski was a fraud, he was never a poet, none of his works had any of the attributes of poetry, at best it was his own personal philosophy on life, he was a wealthy man but he pretended to live the life of somebody who was poor, most of his drunken ramblings were about himself, alcohol and the bar women he picked up, the drivel he wrote was supposed to be profound but it was just drivel. Real poetry has a story or a message, it has rhythm and rhyme, Bukowski didn't know how to use rhyme and had no message, so his work could never be called poetry. Compare my amateurish poetry with anything Bukowski wrote. DIFFERENT EYES Lili The rat infested holes in which we Derros dwell Fighting for our daily bread with us as much as them For others looking at our lives perceived as living Hell If we can find an alley, with a corner safe and dry Then we are Kings for just a night and we don’t question why We’re creatures of the shadows from which existence stems. - The city is a cruel Lord and all we have is time There’ll be no hand to lift us up, no help to find a bed We waste our time wandering, with others of our kind Talking dreams, opportunity, reality and crime And those among us jackals, put their brothers on the spike Promise bliss for just a time, escape from life, sublime. - It’s all our fault we are told, by people who don’t know Just get a job and buy a house but none will ever employ A black who can’t afford to eat, a white who’s tired and slow For this is what the streets give us and Winter is the worst The frozen parks, incessant rain, back in our holes we go We try the subway, bus stations; move on, the middle class comes first. - Charity comes with a hook, the drone of pray to God We’ll give a little, not a lot, endeavour to change your life To one of fierce obedience to Jesus in the sky And if you let us take control for one small meal a day You’ll struggle on and on through life and then one day you’ll die A mansion awaits you in the clouds, if you pray and pray and pray. - But Spring brings hope, all Nature’s good, to creatures all awake Nature provides enough to eat, a nest a tree a cave But man must find their own abode and man exploits the poor So back into the tents on streets us Derros slink once more And every day it seems there’s more, one paycheck from the street This lucky country prosperous once, now greed’s a festering sore.
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he gave it his all. You can like it or not, but he did everything for it. And I mean everything.
bim bim bim!
Exactly! One of the greatest writers of all time, Oscar Wilde, said, “ Nowadays books are written by everybody and read by nobody “. Just munch on that awhile.
One of my all time favorites! Long live the Buk! Thanks for sharing!
CB is the grandpa I never had. I love this list!!! Great for songwriters too =)
❤️🔥
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think
I'm not going to make it
but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you've felt that way”
❤️🔥
~ Charles Bukowski 😎
must be great to write..his writings are addictive,,. just want more.
Number 5 felt like he was reciting a poem. It came easy for him. What a genius.
Hi Hank! Your rule of writing is interesting for me.
@Community Literature Initiative - I was "homeless" for years, including 1981. I despise the designation "homeless" however "streetful" doesn't work. I was cleaning a horrible apartment in upscale West Hollywood so that I could use the shower. Diane and a woman I didn't know entered the apartment with a new bottle of wine. "This is Linda", she said, "her husband is a poet..." and Diane went clubbing for the night. Linda and I drank the wine, taking our time. She talked about everything, including her husband. "He writes for the Free Press", she said. Said I, "Notes from a Dirty Old Man I think..." - "that's him", she said, and I admitted that I had never read his column. We drank, Linda left for Pedro, Diane came home, drunk. The next day I went to the West Hollywood Public Library on San Vicente and I sat and read Bukowski for hours. The librarian told me I would have to leave because I kept laughing out loud. Charles Bukowski has saved me from suicide many, many times. Thank you for this.
thanks for sharing, Dennis.... in 1980 I moved to the Bronx to be close to Manhattan and started looking for a
job.... saw an ad in the Village Voice where they were looking for people to tidy up census reports from earlier
that year.... walking unfamiliar windy empty streets, learning to knock with keys that opened the doors to my
apartment where the lone radiator would bang and jive, bang and jive... never delivering with the heat... the place
colder than many of the hallways/doorways I knew in the daytime.
I like your version better.
you are not Bukowski...
Dennis Mason & William Morse, thank you both for sharing your experiences. Dennis, I hope you continue to resist the temptation to just call it quits. It's wonderful to read that Bukowsky has helped you. William, I hope you have found warmth, in every sense of the word...As for David Scharf's dismissive comment at the end, I hope you gentlemen have the presence of mind to say, Fuck Him! He clearly doesn't understand. My thanks again for sharing and best wishes to you both.
I agree 100%. There's so much crap to fill a paper quota it kind of makes me thinking green.
Great edit thanks
Bukowski precisely said "don't starve for art" because dedication without talent is futile...
Good stuff. Thanks
Shot in the dark Or the night phoenix
Those words about atomic age are so relevant nowadays
Do you know why Bukowski never referred to Nietzsche or Osho, because those are the people that exemplify his writing. 🙏🏼😊
"Starving" means bowing out of a life routine to resist capitalism that intrudes your 24hr day.
Any prolific artist has to do it if they want to work the magic.
Oh god thank you..once I let my boyfriend read some of my writing he trashed it..my advice never let close ones read your writing..tell them to go buy it when it's publish..
Been there, sister ❤️
When you ask them to read your work, you're holding them hostage.
It's like if you're a blues player you have to have lived it to play it. And I think he has had a pretty rough life I have never seen a happy poem. I have an outsider book with him in it there were only five positions fronted by Gypsy Lou price or was it Lujan press. That is what got me interested in this and researching the stories the one of gypsy Lou Webb is a great story and she's 92 and still alive and I have the movie and it was good
Check out some of his daughter poems if you want an affirmative Buk. He said she made him swallow his heart like a chilled drink.
Awesome tips :)
bukowski bukowski and more bukowski
#6 Don't try.
That's your dude! Thanks for introducing him to me. Bim. bim. bim.
Norwegian writer Knut Hamsun starved.
Knut Hamsun was also a role model for old Charlie..
As well as Albert Camus and Louie Ferdinand Celine.
Hunger is a sad book
'Top five rules for writers make sure you click the subscribe button so you can get more great content for writers' wonder what the fuck he woulda made of that! :-)))))))
Hank , drink on ! 🍻🍷🍺🍾
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2: 10 - EXCEPT for booze, Sir! I did the same thing with the bass guitar, only I gave it up to have a family. I wouldn't trade a minute of those 12 years, though. Charles Bukowski is one of my favorite sources for written entertainment, I was referred by my youngest brother, and the boozy lifestyle was the reason. Me, not my bro.
He is the spoken word
Lay down for three or four days, get your juices back, then get up look around and do.
Love him or hate him, he is very wise, I've always loved reading Bukowski but I know there are a lot that feel the opposite which is fine, but I don't think he should be completely disregarded as some sloppy drunk. He really starved for his art and actually made it, which not many others can say truthfully.
Wonderful, excellent writer.
#5 He talks about life happening while crickets chirp in the background
A professor who leads with " whot zup "? Excellent. You could walk into a job anywhere in England.
Scotland has standards.
Kevin, I know it's been a while since you posted your comment; who knows where you are at now? I remain slightly perplexed though. You reference the African-American Professor's casual opening greeting, in a vernacular that would be familiar to millions. Then you go on to posit that "Scotland has standards". Are you implying that the man would be unwelcome here? Doesn't quite come up to scratch because he embraces some of his own cultural norms in America? He is clearly open minded & intelligent enough to teach creative writing at a very advanced level - a professor, remember - and advocates a provocative free thinker like Bukowsky. Sounds great to me!...Somehow, for you, that's good enough for England but not here??? You got a problem with the gentleman in question? I apologise if I have misread your comment. Please clarify?
"the flies were walking around"
Man he looked high is f****** in the end of this video LOL I don't know how he lived that long
Juicy flavourful BEM BEM BEM
You're pronouncing his name wrong. Here, listen to the man himself: "It's Buk, as in puke."
cooly
For a moment I thought he said "Nazi writers workshop".
This damn guy is the joker
Bukowski was a great poet but a not so good prose writer. I believe there are many who would call his novels boring, and I've been one of them. 'Women'. Case in point. Equally, these are this University's top Bukowski rules. Are these definitively the things Bukowski would say if you asked him? I don't know. Also, don't starve. That's no good for anyone.
I’ve read Post Office and I definitely did not think it was boring. The characterization of the narrator seeps through every single word.
@@outis439-A Post Office is okay and I liked Factotum. I'm just saying that there are a lotta people who would say he was boring, and I can understand, even though I like some of his stuff. It's subjective.
@@maxwatt5938 A lot of people such as...? Oh yourself cool
@@outis439-A I just told you that I liked Factotum and his poetry. Idiot.
@@maxwatt5938 Yeah, I must say you really are full of it. I mean, if what you are saying is true that people haunt the streets in protest on how boring Bukowski is, people would make fun of the 'anti boredom' thing he always preached. Quite ironic for a boring writer if I do say so myself, but I don't. Especially from Post Office. The syntax makes the story. It's comparable to Catcher in The Rye easily. A matter of fact, I personally think it's more interesting and funny.
I could have looked these things up. It would have been something to make a comment, other than to push the subscribe button.
He's wasted.😂
Mediocrity: A normal civilised person from 8 to 5 :V
Bukowski should have learned to write himself before giving advice to others, his writings are depressing, boring and pathetic. There are so many good writers around today and why anybody would admire his rubbish is a mystery.
99.99999999999% of writers today don't write real. You either can't figure out what the hell they're trying to say, it's fake, or it's put on. It's not real. Bukowski was real. You need to live your life like that. If you don't know what I mean then you need to take the time to figure it out.
@@justinedse8435 Bukowski was a fraud, he was never a poet, none of his works had any of the attributes of poetry, at best it was his own personal philosophy on life, he was a wealthy man but he pretended to live the life of somebody who was poor, most of his drunken ramblings were about himself, alcohol and the bar women he picked up, the drivel he wrote was supposed to be profound but it was just drivel. Real poetry has a story or a message, it has rhythm and rhyme, Bukowski didn't know how to use rhyme and had no message, so his work could never be called poetry.
Compare my amateurish poetry with anything Bukowski wrote.
DIFFERENT EYES Lili
The rat infested holes in which we Derros dwell
Fighting for our daily bread with us as much as them
For others looking at our lives perceived as living Hell
If we can find an alley, with a corner safe and dry
Then we are Kings for just a night and we don’t question why
We’re creatures of the shadows from which existence stems. -
The city is a cruel Lord and all we have is time
There’ll be no hand to lift us up, no help to find a bed
We waste our time wandering, with others of our kind
Talking dreams, opportunity, reality and crime
And those among us jackals, put their brothers on the spike
Promise bliss for just a time, escape from life, sublime. -
It’s all our fault we are told, by people who don’t know
Just get a job and buy a house but none will ever employ
A black who can’t afford to eat, a white who’s tired and slow
For this is what the streets give us and Winter is the worst
The frozen parks, incessant rain, back in our holes we go
We try the subway, bus stations; move on, the middle class comes first. -
Charity comes with a hook, the drone of pray to God
We’ll give a little, not a lot, endeavour to change your life
To one of fierce obedience to Jesus in the sky
And if you let us take control for one small meal a day
You’ll struggle on and on through life and then one day you’ll die
A mansion awaits you in the clouds, if you pray and pray and pray. -
But Spring brings hope, all Nature’s good, to creatures all awake
Nature provides enough to eat, a nest a tree a cave
But man must find their own abode and man exploits the poor
So back into the tents on streets us Derros slink once more
And every day it seems there’s more, one paycheck from the street
This lucky country prosperous once, now greed’s a festering sore.