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Essential Bukowski: Poetry
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in his bed
(they slept separately when they slept
at all)
and since all the chairs
were usually taken
he often slept on the stairway
wrapped in an old shawl;
she told him when to cut his nails,
not to sing or whistle
or put too much lemon in his tea
or press it with a spoon;
Symphony #2 in B MinorPrince IgorIn the Steppes of Central Asia he could sleep only by putting a piece of dark cloth over his eyes; in 1887 he attended a dance at the Medical Academy dressed in a merrymaking national costume; at last, he seemed exceptionally gay and when he fell to the floor, they thought he was clowning.
the next time you listen to Borodin,
remember . . .
when Hugo Wolf went mad (#ulink_c16343cc-29ea-501c-8e3a-0b5075812fb0)
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating an onion
and writing his 253rd song; it was rainy
April and the worms came out of the ground
humming Tannhãuser, and he spilled his milk
with his ink, and his blood fell out to the walls
and he howled and he roared and he screamed, and
down-
stairs his landlady said, I knew it, that rotten son of a bitch has dummied up his brain, he’s jacked-off his last piece of music and now I’ll never get the rent, and someday he’ll be famous and they’ll bury him in the rain, but right now I wish he’d shut up that god damned screaming—for my money he’s a silly pansy jackass and when they move him out of here, I hope they move in a good solid fisherman or a hangman or a seller of biblical tracts.
destroying beauty (#ulink_091a00b8-0010-5f05-8e1f-fbf670ab48dd)
a rose
red sunlight;
I take it apart
in the garage
like a puzzle:
the petals are as greasy
as old bacon
and fall
like the maidens of the world
backs to floor
and I look up
at the old calendar
hung from a nail
and touch
my wrinkled face
and smile
because
the secret
is beyond me.
the day I kicked a bankroll out the window (#ulink_91c1a6a4-c171-5725-a7ae-06d772411d04)
and, I said, you can take your rich aunts and uncles
and grandfathers and fathers
and all their lousy oil
and their seven lakes
and their wild turkey
and buffalo
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