11-18-2018, 06:11 PM
A lot of us like Charles Bukowski. But, why? I'm sure Leanne doesn't get it. But that's only because I remember her saying so. I don't get, what's his name, the British guy, that rhymed a lot, Larkin. . . . Is Bukowski the only one who didn't give a shit and wrote anyway? He obviously gave a shit, I read his letters and biographies. I latch hold of, I latch hold. And he gave a shit, he was sensitive about his reputation. . . . So what do you think? Even if you write better than him, you might still be a mediocre writer. So what is his fire? Women, too are welcomed to announce or denounce, or ignore the question.
I read James Dickey, his criticism, talks about a strange new simplicity. And I read Henri Cole, and that seems rather simplistic. And I go back to John Berryman, and Elizabeth Bishop said that she couldn't really understand him, but, in the future he'll probably be all the rage. . . . But, you know, that really means nothing. It's good to read, but we're all living in a different world. I think Berryman is more relevant. More than Confessional stuff.
I can mix Berryman and English translations of Rilke together. In with American Thanksgiving. And then read and mix Celan and Frost in around Christmas and New Year's. And Bukowski is just as well. It depends on, what? Bukowski wrote some great prose. And you can't deny it.
I have an idea called Ignorance. You just have to write, can't wait around and read everything. I don't mean ignorance. I mean Ignorance. The knowing that you can't know or read everything. And in the end, making shit up is what creation is anyway.
I don't know everything. . . . But at least I know something. And I say it real sexy. And at least it means something.
I read James Dickey, his criticism, talks about a strange new simplicity. And I read Henri Cole, and that seems rather simplistic. And I go back to John Berryman, and Elizabeth Bishop said that she couldn't really understand him, but, in the future he'll probably be all the rage. . . . But, you know, that really means nothing. It's good to read, but we're all living in a different world. I think Berryman is more relevant. More than Confessional stuff.
I can mix Berryman and English translations of Rilke together. In with American Thanksgiving. And then read and mix Celan and Frost in around Christmas and New Year's. And Bukowski is just as well. It depends on, what? Bukowski wrote some great prose. And you can't deny it.
I have an idea called Ignorance. You just have to write, can't wait around and read everything. I don't mean ignorance. I mean Ignorance. The knowing that you can't know or read everything. And in the end, making shit up is what creation is anyway.
I don't know everything. . . . But at least I know something. And I say it real sexy. And at least it means something.