"The Day I Kicked a Bankroll Out the Window."
That was the poem that made W. Corrington say that Bukowski's poetry was "the spoken voice nailed to paper." I can't blame him. I mean, Corrington.
"...you can take your rich aunts and uncles
and grandfathers and fathers
and all their lousy oil
and their seven lakes
and their wild turkey
and buffalo
and the whole state of Texas,
meaning, your crow-blasts
and your Saturday night boardwalks,
and your 2-bit library
and your crooked councilmen
and your pansy artists-
you can take all these
and your weekly newspaper
and your tornadoes
and your filthy floods
and all your yowling cats
and your Subscription to
Time,
and shove them, baby,
shove them."
This is the poem as printed in Sounes; not sure if he was only using part of the poem for the quote. Is the one in the Sampler any longer?
It's an interesting and funny work, particularly to me, because I'm familiar with what he's griping about. Plenty of floods and tornadoes to go around. Frye would also take in stray animals on the land- she did this throughout life. There were always dogs and cats loitering around the place.
"Pansy Artists"/ don't know about when she was married to Bukowski, but when she was married to my grandfather, one of the qualities they shared was an affinity for throwing socialite parties... not really my thing, and apparently not Bukowski's, but I suppose it's for some. Come to think of it, there are comments in biographies about her social-climbing tendencies, and this as one of the reasons for Bukowski's growing emotional distance from her towards the end of their marriage. I can't be positive, but when I think of her, I see this being true at some points in her life, and not so at others. Maybe when she was young and insecure she felt the need to exercise a sense of power and identity by trying to escalate as a member of the artistic elite. When she got older, though, her world reversed and she became introverted.
No one has much in the way of "perceptions," because honestly, Bukowski wrote very little about Barbara Frye. Compared to say, Jane Cooney, Linda King or Pam Miller, women he wrote hundreds of poems and stories about.
All we could talk about is what is in the biographies. We don't know anything else, you do. So any conversations would be rather one-sided.
Sounes writes: "Like most of the women in Bukowski's life, Barbara became the subjects of many poems and works of prose... but little he wrote about her matched up with reality" (38).
Although I knew he wrote a great deal more about the other women in his life, I assumed that he wrote more than Post Office and a couple of poems after reading the statement above. Then again, it would explain why I've been having so much trouble trying to find poems about her. Also... poems usually don't have clear dedications. It's difficult for a newcomer to Bukowski's library to sift through everything and try to make sense of it all (especially in such a short amount of time). Anyway, the earliest poems are probably where I'll have the best shot of finding more. Ideas? Hints? Leave it be as a lost cause?