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“Mind and Heart” Charles Bukowski Poem


The Charles Bukowski poetry collection Come On In! was published posthumously in 2006. The poem “Mind and Heart” is emblematic of the earnest and often times moving poems found in this book.

Mind and Heart, by Charles Bukowski

unaccountably we are alone
forever alone
and it was meant to be
that way,
it was never meant
to be any other way–
and when the death struggle
begins
the last thing I wish to see
is
a ring of human faces
hovering over me–
better just my old friends,
the walls of my self,
let only them be there.

I have been alone but seldom
lonely.
I have satisfied my thirst
at the well
of my self
and that wine was good,
the best I ever had,
and tonight
sitting
staring into the dark
I now finally understand
the dark and the
light and everything
in between.

peace of mind and heart
arrives
when we accept what
is:
having been
born into this
strange life
we must accept
the wasted gamble of our
days
and take some satisfaction in
the pleasure of
leaving it all
behind.

cry not for me.

grieve not for me.

read
what I’ve written
then
forget it
all.

drink from the well
of your self
and begin
again.

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The poem “Mind and Heart” appears in the Charles Bukowski poetry collection Come On In! Click the image for more information.


“the meek have inherited” Charles Bukowski Poem


The poem “the meek have inherited” comes from the Charles Bukowski poetry book Love is a Dog From Hell. Love is a Dog From Hell was published in 1977 by Black Sparrow Press.

the meek have inherited, by Charles Bukowski

if I suffer at this
typewriter
think how I’d feel
among the lettuce-
pickers of Salinas?

I think of the men
I’ve known in
factories
with no way to
get out -
choking while living
choking while laughing
at Bob Hope or Lucille
Ball while
2 or 3 children beat
tennis balls against
the walls.

some suicides are never
recorded.

Charles Bukowski Love is a Dog From Hell

The Charles Bukowski poem “the meek have inherited” appears in the collection Love is a Dog From Hell. Click the image for more information.

 

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“memory” Charles Bukowski Poem


The poem “memory” is published in the Charles Bukowski poetry collection What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire.

“memory” by Charles Bukowski

I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea
I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled
and
I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of
forgotten love
and I’ve memorized
that too.

I’ve memorized green rooms in
St. Louis and New Orleans
where I wept because I knew that by myself I
could not overcome
the terror of them and it.

I’ve memorized all the unfaithful years
(and the faithful ones too)
I’ve memorized each cigarette that I’ve rolled.
I’ve memorized Beethoven and New York City
I’ve memorized
riding up escalators, I’ve memorized
Chicago and cottage cheese, and the mouths of
some of the ladies and the legs of
some of the ladies
I’ve known
and the way the rain came down hard.
I’ve memorized the face of my father in his coffin,
I’ve memorized all the cars I have driven
and each of their sad deaths,
I’ve memorized each jail cell,
the face of each new president
and the faces of some of the assassins;
I’ve even memorized the arguments I’ve had with
some of the women
I’ve loved.

best of all
I’ve memorized tonight and now and the way the
light falls across my fingers,
specks and smears on the wall,
shades down behind orange curtains;
I light a rolled cigarette and then laugh a little,
yes, I’ve memorized it all.

the courage of my memory.

charles bukowski what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

The Charles Bukowski poem “memory” appears in the collection What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire. Click on the image for more information.


Charles Bukowski on Starving for His Art


This video comes from the interview based documentary The Bukowski Tapes, directed by Barbet Schroeder, who also directed the Charles Bukowski penned film Barfly. There is a transcript below the video.

Charles Bukowski on Starving for Art

Barbet Schroeder: You say that starving doesn’t create art, that it creates many things, but mainly creates time.

Charles Bukowski: Oh yeah, well, hey that’s very basic. I hate to use up your film to say this, but you know, if you work an eight hour job, you’re gonna get 55 cents an hour. If you stay home you’re not going to get any money, but you’re gonna have time to write things down on paper. I guess I was one of those rarities of our modern times who did starve for his art. I really starved, you know, to have a 24 hour day un-intruded upon by other people. I gave up food, I gave up everything, just to – I was a nut, I was dedicated. But you see, the problem is, you can be a dedicated nut and not be able to do it. Dedication without talent is useless. Understand what I mean?

Schroeder: Yeah.

Bukowski: Dedication alone is not enough. You can starve and want to do it (laughs), hey, ya know? I know, and how many do that? They starve in the gutters and they don’t make it.

Schroeder: But you knew you had talent.

Bukowski: They all think they have. How do you know that you’re the one? You don’t know. It’s a shot in the dark. You take it, or you become a normal civilized person from eight to five. Get married, have children; Christmas together, here comes Grandma, “Oh, hi, Grandma! Come on in. Hi, you.” You know. Shit, I couldn’t take that, I’d rather murder myself (laughs). I guess just in the blood of me I couldn’t stand the whole thing that’s going on, the ordinariness of life. I couldn’t stand family life, I couldn’t stand job life, I couldn’t stand anything I looked at. I just decided I either had to starve, make it, go mad, come through, or do something. Even if I hadn’t made it on writing – I could not do the eight to five. I would have been a suicide, something. Something, I’m sorry. I could not accept the snail’s pace, eight to five, Johnny Carson, Happy Birthday, Christmas, New Year…to me this is the sickest of all sick things. So I just had luck, I held on, somebody took a poem or short story somewhere. Now I just sit around, drink wine, and I talk about myself because you guys ask questions, not because I give the answers. Okay?

Schroeder: Okay.

The Bukowski Tapes Charles Bukowski

This video comes from the documentary The Bukowski Tapes. Click on the image for more information or to purchase The Bukowski Tapes on DVD.


“what they want” Charles Bukowski Poem


The Charles Bukowski poem “what they want” is published in the poetry collection Love is a Dog From Hell. It’s a look at the nature of the public’s interest when it comes to artists.

what they want, by Charles Bukowski

Vallejo writing about
loneliness while starving to
death;
Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a
whore;
Rimbaud running off to Africa
to look for gold and finding
an incurable case of syphilis;
Beethoven gone deaf;
Pound dragged through the streets
in a cage;
Chatterton taking rat poison;
Hemingway’s brains dropping into
the orange juice;
Pascal cutting his wrists
in the bathtub;
Artaud locked up with the mad;
Dostoevsky stood up against a wall;
Crane jumping into a boat propeller;
Lorca shot in the road by Spanish
troops;
Berryman jumping off a bridge;
Burroughs shooting his wife;
Mailer knifing his.
- that’s what they want:
a God damned show
a lit billboard
in the middle of hell.
that’s what they want,
that bunch of
dull
inarticulate
safe
dreary
admirers of
carnivals.

 

Charles Bukowski poem what they want

The Charles Bukowski poem “what they want” is published in the collection Love is a Dog From Hell. Click on the image for more information.


“Luck” Charles Bukowski Poem


The following Charles Bukowski poem “Luck” appears in the book Run With the Hunted: A Charles Bukowski Reader. It’s sort of a best-of compilation, edited by Black Sparrow Press editor John Martin. Beneath the text of the poem you’ll find a video of Bukowski reading “Luck” which is taken from the now out of print (and also released by Black Sparrow) album Bukowski Lives!

Luck, by Charles Bukowski

once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.

Luck Charles Bukowski poem

The Charles Bukowski poem “Luck” appears in the collection Run With the Hunted: A Charles Bukowski Reader. Click the image for more information.

Charles Bukowski Reading His Poem “Luck”


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