Painting by Bukowski
I've been on this Charles Bukowski kick as of late. Bukowski was born in the 1920's and died at the age of 73. His work is most often about the Los Angeles scene and life in general. The following is a quote by him that I love, "You live in a town all your life, and you get to know every bitch on the street corner and half of them you have already messed around with. You've got the layout of the whole land. You have a picture of where you are. ... Since I was raised in L.A., I've always had the geographical and spiritual feeling of being here. I've had time to learn this city. I can't see any other place than L.A." There is something about unpretentious, honest art that excites me, and that's about as honest as it gets. No flowery words or descriptions, just plain honesty. I posted a poem by him called Alone With Everybody that I enjoy. Note Bena.
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
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