March 9

[hank solo]

March 9 here once again.

Okay, it's here again. And I know some of you don't like to commemorate Bukowski's death, preferring to celebrate his life, and more power to you, but I feel it's a date worth marking, and within this little (growing) community especially.

So cheers all!

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To All My Friends!!

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[Bukfan]

Of course it's a date worth marking!

Here's a toast to Buk and to all the members of the congregation here: CHEERS!

 

[hoochmonkey9]

I promise not to write drunken self centered posts like I did 2 years ago (thanks for reviving those, hank solo:rolleyes:).
and I'll remember Buk in the fashion that's most fitting; rereading a few of his books.

 

[Father Luke]

I will think about yesterday, when for one brief, magical, moment
Henry Charles Bukowski rose from the dead to make
me laugh at myself again.

 

[james]

one of several visits i made earlier this decade. definitely worth the trip.

"i raise a glass and toast love." i just bought two bottles of wine and i will salute hank and all of you at midnight.......

 

[Ponder]

Cheers, girls & boys.

 

[james]

i pour a drink and toast love... that's what i was getting at. thanks ponder!

wine and laziness kept me from looking it up beforehand...

 

[LickTheStar]

Just turned over to midnight here in Portland, OR. Cheers to Buk!

 

[Aleksi]

Hello dear friends of Mr. Bukowski
I want commemorate the passing of my personal God Charles Bukowski today at March the 9th. Dear Hank, I love you, you are the guidance and voice of sanity in this world of turbulence. You are the best medicine against abstract shitstorms and irrational people. I will drink to you today honoring you. And as the sun sets I will continue reciting your poems in my solitude, listening to Mozard and feeling the tender cigarette puffs and the joy of indulging myself many ice cold beers. I wish a good Sunday for everyone in the forum.

 

[Ponder]

here and now

 

[roni]

"...you're next and I already know something you don't,
maybe."


"... I raise my drink a full minute
and smile."


Hank, we have found you HERE
and we do know
your name
your meaning
and the treasure
of your escape.

 

[Liuba]

Out of respect for Mr B not only r my knickers wet ( his raunchy highness does that to me ) I've sculpted him this wee thought...here goes.
Dedicated to the desicated corpse of a Mr H. Chinanski.
I've been reading your books and i'm so in love with your brutal honesty. I'm a bright young slip of a girl and my head just won't stop pounding since i last read your exploits. Oh Henry....you see what ever I do I can't get the vision of you pounding the hell out of those women out of my head.
I want you to be my bitch . I need to desperatly grab your hair and throw that used up body of yours onto that even more used up matress and split you open. I want to be that lone green wolf ravaging and conquering you. Purrrrlease let me ram and destroy you. I don't care if you don't enjoy it you dirty bastardly whore. I'm sniffing and clawing around your tomb old man , feel the excitement.

 

[1fsh2fsh]

wow.....

 

[chronic]

Out of respect for Mr B not only r my knickers wet...

There's a future for you in the porn industry.

 

[hoochmonkey9]

reread Dangling... today and watched The Last Straw, the Redondo Beach reading, and the whole time I thought How could that be dead? it seems impossible.
I'm not a religious man, but I always thought that if there was an afterlife for those that were deserving, it would be nice if that person could pick what they thought was their prime and live it over and over for eternity.
I don't know what Buk would have picked, but I always thought his 50's were where he really started to roll, late bloomer that he was.
so, tonight, it is 1975 and Buk is where he should be and the fact that I was here at the right time to be able to read what he had to write is more than I deserve.

 

[Gerard K H Love]

so, tonight, it is 1975 and Buk is where he should be and the fact that I was here at the right time to be able to read what he had to write is more than I deserve.

Sniff, sniff. gulp. Knock it off you're going to make the corgi get emotional and he has an image and a persona to maintain.
Hooch, well done. Well said.

 

[Ponder]

It's not midnight in Los Angeles yet.

 

[Liuba]

It's gone midnight here in Rome and we're well into the next day. Just read what Hooch wrote about being able to pick an after life . I very much doubt B would have even contaplated choosin an after life and who are we to say that he was so deserving anyway , no offense to him . Death in his case brought him more success. sometimes being alive is just not enough

 

[roni]

... and the whole time I thought How could that be dead? it seems impossible.

That's exactly what I was thinking that afternoon March 10th in 1994, when I heared it on the news.

I then was flipping through his books, read some of the poems, literally cried - and all the time I thought: "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it. The man who has written THAT and survived so much could NEVER be dead!"

Later that day I went through the bookstores and slightly touched the spines of his books with my fingertips as if I could touch Him through that.

And the night, of course, was dedicated to heavy drinking, together with my closest friend, who was also the one who introduced me to Bukowski when I was 16.

 

[slimedog]

well. things are going as they should. remembering buk properly. I'm good and drunk, nothing to be proud of, any fool can get drunk, just ask my wife. and in the morning she'll be the first to tell me that. and make me get up with the kid, not quite 2 years old, the voice of reason, he'll stand stock still and stare and point, not realizing that bukowski has been dead 12 years, he'll stand stock still and stare and point and say uh ooh. well, he's right, that not quite 2 year old,he's right, uh ooh, let the world acknowledge its mistakes.

I know this is from two years ago & I forgot it was the anniversary yesterday. but I think this is mighty fine writing and that's the best way you could celebrate his memory.

 

[roni]

... any fool can get drunk, just ask my wife...

"Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth."

 

[Ponder]

march 9th

I raise my glass to Charles Bukowski, "Hank".

 

[Bukfan]

A memorable day indeed. 15 years has passed...

 

[hank solo]

Another year goes by, and
soon
we'll all be

at peace.

Chin-chin Buk-folks

 

[roni]

 

[Ponder]

speechless

 

[james]

thanks very much roni.

 

[hank solo]

Thank you for sharing those photos roni.

 

[homeless mind]

A tear in my eye; beer in my hand.

Thanks for enriching my life with downtrodden writings where humor and hope prevail...

Cheers, Sir Charles.

To you, and all your friends...

Pax,

Munch

 

[the only good poet]

i remember wondering over life, death, mortality, when i was around five years of age. it was in the playground. as the other children screamed and ran around, i asked myself what the point was: you live, die, and then are forgotten?
i saw the answer to oblivion in the gravestone. if only one person was to come along, after you were dead and buried, and read the inscription, your name, read that you were once alive, then you had somehow conquered death.