Can we honor BUK with a poem here?
- Thread starter Carterofmars
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Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
And knowing this well, through many a return from hell,
why would my clapped out soul still yearn?
why would my clapped out soul still yearn?
as she smiles the losers smile-
I got what I paid for..
So it reads like this so far:
So Far:
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: In this hand
Line 3: and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness,
Line 4: flaccid...as a dead fish,
Line 5: dessicating in a dry LA roominghouse
as the dry Santa Ana winds blow,
Line 6: humiliating myself at post time...
Line 7: as usual, while I wait for better times to appear
Line 8: but life is a tale told by an idiot,
Line 9: full of sound and fury,
Line10: and signifying nothing
Line11: as she smiles the losers smile- I got what I paid for.
joe
I got what I paid for..
So it reads like this so far:
So Far:
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: In this hand
Line 3: and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness,
Line 4: flaccid...as a dead fish,
Line 5: dessicating in a dry LA roominghouse
as the dry Santa Ana winds blow,
Line 6: humiliating myself at post time...
Line 7: as usual, while I wait for better times to appear
Line 8: but life is a tale told by an idiot,
Line 9: full of sound and fury,
Line10: and signifying nothing
Line11: as she smiles the losers smile- I got what I paid for.
joe
These are the poems created thus far by the contributors to Bukowski.net... in chronological order. ;)
filthy rats in the gutter - by bukowski.net
She said I must have been good in bed when
I was younger.
I got dressed, and I left.
Then I went to the nearest bar.
I lucked into one that didn't
make you puke when you went into the crapper.
And as I finished, my wallet fell
into the toilet.
So, I stood on my head and sang opera,
and cursed the hairy-assed flies
while the meager contents of my wallet
slowly dried.
I went out into the bar again,
and noticed I was in my black socks.
I'd taken my shoes off to dry, and had
left them behind in the restroom.
The flies were getting comfortable
on my smelly shoes.
I fished out the dried bills
from my wallet and
headed straight over to the
East Hollywood Liquor Store
For two six-packs (tall) and a
pint of Scotch.
On my way out, I felt
my mouth stretching to grin,
watching two rats in the gutter, fucking.
We're all rats I thought
to my self,(grinning a little grin).
The whole world is just fucking rats.
Little rats with
little brains
little Republicans voting
for little men with shiny foreheads
and rat souls.
I remembered what she had said
and asked myself,
how can you tell if a rat is old or young?
when does he stop being good in bed?
the eye of the blackbird by bukowski.net
Among twenty snowy mountains
the only thing moving
was the eye of the blackbird.
I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of how many times
I had wondered if the eyes
of the people I had been talking to might flicker,
if only occasionally.
Do I exist?
I realized that I didn't care
one way or the other
Until I saw my cats
playing at my feet
with a headless mouse.
The poor bastard
never had a chance
because the world
had him by the throat.
One line is never enough by Bukowski.net
One line is never enough
I heard while tucking the paper
into her soft hand.
It seems like every second weekend
had ended this way;
thinking of the shitty, urine-soaked bills
I was going to pay the poor bastard
who brought my booze.
Her ,sitting , pumping ink
into her Papermate
Then I drank a cold beer,
wrote a poem while listening to Mahler,
had a babe, and headed to the track.
Well that's enough for me he said,
and headed off to find some intellect...
among the ponies
before placing his bet.
With his better self, a jockey in position
amongst the sad animals,
20 in hand, escape inevitable.
He walked to the gate and watched
as the animals were parading for inspection-
there wasn't a horse in site.
joe
filthy rats in the gutter - by bukowski.net
She said I must have been good in bed when
I was younger.
I got dressed, and I left.
Then I went to the nearest bar.
I lucked into one that didn't
make you puke when you went into the crapper.
And as I finished, my wallet fell
into the toilet.
So, I stood on my head and sang opera,
and cursed the hairy-assed flies
while the meager contents of my wallet
slowly dried.
I went out into the bar again,
and noticed I was in my black socks.
I'd taken my shoes off to dry, and had
left them behind in the restroom.
The flies were getting comfortable
on my smelly shoes.
I fished out the dried bills
from my wallet and
headed straight over to the
East Hollywood Liquor Store
For two six-packs (tall) and a
pint of Scotch.
On my way out, I felt
my mouth stretching to grin,
watching two rats in the gutter, fucking.
We're all rats I thought
to my self,(grinning a little grin).
The whole world is just fucking rats.
Little rats with
little brains
little Republicans voting
for little men with shiny foreheads
and rat souls.
I remembered what she had said
and asked myself,
how can you tell if a rat is old or young?
when does he stop being good in bed?
the eye of the blackbird by bukowski.net
Among twenty snowy mountains
the only thing moving
was the eye of the blackbird.
I had watched it all morning
and it reminded me of how many times
I had wondered if the eyes
of the people I had been talking to might flicker,
if only occasionally.
Do I exist?
I realized that I didn't care
one way or the other
Until I saw my cats
playing at my feet
with a headless mouse.
The poor bastard
never had a chance
because the world
had him by the throat.
One line is never enough by Bukowski.net
One line is never enough
I heard while tucking the paper
into her soft hand.
It seems like every second weekend
had ended this way;
thinking of the shitty, urine-soaked bills
I was going to pay the poor bastard
who brought my booze.
Her ,sitting , pumping ink
into her Papermate
Then I drank a cold beer,
wrote a poem while listening to Mahler,
had a babe, and headed to the track.
Well that's enough for me he said,
and headed off to find some intellect...
among the ponies
before placing his bet.
With his better self, a jockey in position
amongst the sad animals,
20 in hand, escape inevitable.
He walked to the gate and watched
as the animals were parading for inspection-
there wasn't a horse in site.
joe
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Hold the presses I missed a line from Black Swan!
It should read like this so far:
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: In this hand
Line 3: and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness,
Line 4: flaccid...as a dead fish,
Line 5: dessicating in a dry LA roominghouse
as the dry Santa Ana winds blow,
Line 6: humiliating myself at post time...
Line 7: as usual, while I wait for better times to appear
Line 8: but life is a tale told by an idiot,
Line 9: full of sound and fury,
Line10: and signifying nothing
Line11: And knowing this well, through many a return from hell,
why would my clapped out soul still yearn?
Line12: And he smiles the losers smile- and got what he paid for.
joe
It should read like this so far:
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: In this hand
Line 3: and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness,
Line 4: flaccid...as a dead fish,
Line 5: dessicating in a dry LA roominghouse
as the dry Santa Ana winds blow,
Line 6: humiliating myself at post time...
Line 7: as usual, while I wait for better times to appear
Line 8: but life is a tale told by an idiot,
Line 9: full of sound and fury,
Line10: and signifying nothing
Line11: And knowing this well, through many a return from hell,
why would my clapped out soul still yearn?
Line12: And he smiles the losers smile- and got what he paid for.
joe
How can we ge this string moved to "All things Bukowski"? I think I should have originated the string there.
joe
joe
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Hahahahahaha! The great Oz has spoken. It is all in fun and so not really Bukowski, but fun.
I wrote the lamest line. Plus the stuff that went away (thank you mods:) )
I wrote the lamest line. Plus the stuff that went away (thank you mods:) )
What am I having for din din...
Will it make my IPOD... (love that one)
Seen any good movies lately...
Lets see, read a post where some creativity might happen... or talk about IPOD ? Maybe I can find a Pokemon string....
;)
Will it make my IPOD... (love that one)
Seen any good movies lately...
Lets see, read a post where some creativity might happen... or talk about IPOD ? Maybe I can find a Pokemon string....
;)
:eek:
OK. I said in the beginning that if the idea sucks lets just trash it. I guess everyone kinda had fun with me here... that's ok. I can take it... and dish it out also.
We can drop the post.
OK. I said in the beginning that if the idea sucks lets just trash it. I guess everyone kinda had fun with me here... that's ok. I can take it... and dish it out also.
We can drop the post.
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
thanks Joe,
it was fun.
it was fun.
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
It began as a mistake. It turned out to be fun.
No I don't think so, in the main I'm sure the responses are genuine.
By all means carry on. Maybe move away from beer and horse-racing? Anyhow, I'm looking the other way... Anyone seen mjp round here? :cool:
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Yeah good point. Over a hundred posts and no comments from Old Man Fletcher that's scary. This wouldn't be the first time he's ran me out of his yard.
Vodka? What's wrong with Gin?