Tom Waits reads Charles Bukowski

Tom Waits reads a Charles Bukowski poem. I’ve always loved Bukowski’s poetry, even in spite of the fact that most poetry magazine information sheets tell you that they won’t accept Bukowski type poems. They’re getting awfully bloodless, these modern poetry places. Related articles by Zemanta Saturday poem: funhouse by Charles Bukowski (guardian.co.uk) Charles Bukowski: Locked Continue reading Tom Waits reads Charles Bukowski

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Poetry is a dumb Buddha who thinks a donkey is as important as a diamond. Denial, repression, all those psychological adaptations we developed in childhood were ways of not being there, because being there was too painful. Writing demands that we cut through and be where we are, like a cat gripping the side of Continue reading qotd