Saturday, March 14, 2015

Fake Ad/Perhaps Just a Little Money/Bukowski Reciting "The Poetry Reading/Bukowski Makes Me Happy/Scott Fitzgerald Advice/


   

 Well, perhaps a little bit of money

Albeit not for Poetry.  Those very occasional checks run $10 to $50.  This $100 one is for a story "Res Kid" in Crucible.  But the point here is to introduce readers to Jessica Piazza and her wonderful blog experiment called "Poetry Has Value." It's easy to use and to participate.  You may thank me!  Press Poetry Has Value.

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Charles Bukowski "The Poetry Reading"




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The transaction that we call the experience of poetry always takes place between one being and another...adjacent souls with permeable boundaries...Poetry readings may be good advertising but they can't alter the monogamous character of the real event.  I poetry, as in love, two is company, three is always a crowd.  -- Sven Birkerts - The Poet and His Reader.

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Bukowski Makes Me Happy
 
Drop in
to Trehorn,
start to read
Bukowski who’s recalling
a rag man and
his exhausted horse
during the depression.
So I ask myself
Is this poetry?
Not
everyone else
thinks it is—
He makes me happy and
Black Sparrow grew out of him.
so of course
it must be
poetry.
Hookers nudie dancers
barrooms made him
happy just thinking
about them— this Charles
or Hank clobbering
that loudmouthed Irish barkeep
who the others cheered to win—
So it goes with drunks bums addicts,
saints pleasuring in memories
bathing in our own brief smile,
never again wanting
to kill after wanting to
kill that rag picker who was
possessing and whipping another
ancient mangy mare.

Published in Zombie Logic Review March 2014

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From F. Scott Fitzgerald

For what it’s worth…  It’s never too late, or in my mind too early, to be whoever you want to be.  There’s no time limit.  Start whenever you want.  You can change or stay the same.  There are no rules to this thing.  We can make the best or the worst of it.  I hope you the make the best of it.  I hope you see things that startle you.  I hope feel things you never felt before.  I hope you meet people who have a different point of view.  I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.

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