Wednesday, August 31, 2005

bukowski fish

tonight's fish is brought to you by Charles Bukowski.

Young in New Orleans

starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was,
and in the French Quarter I watched
the horses and buggies going by,
everybody sitting high in the open
carriages, the black driver, and in
back the man and the woman,
usually young and always white.
and I was always white.
and hardly charmed by the
New Orleans was a place to
I could piss away my life,
except for the rats.
the rats in my small dark room
very much resented sharing it
with me.
they were large and fearless
and stared at me with eyes
that spoke
an unblinking
women were beyond me.
they saw something
there was one waitress
a little older than
I, she rather smiled,
lingered when she
brought my
that was plenty for
me, that was
there was something about
that city, though:
it didn't let me feel guilty
that I had no feeling for the
things so many others
it let me alone.
sitting up in my bed
the lights out,
hearing the outside
lifting my cheap
bottle of wine,
letting the warmth of
the grape
as I heard the rats
moving about the
I preferred them
being lost,
being crazy mabye
is not so bad
if you can be
that way:
New Orleans gave me
nobody ever called
my name.
no telephone,
no car,
no job,
no anything.
me and the
and my youth,
one time,
that time
I knew
even through the
it was a
of something not to
but only

4 little fish:

Blogger theleftsock swam up to say...

hahahahaha. new orleans in youth, eh? go charles, go. being umemployed in new orleans... sigh. i wonder if when they rebuild if much of the past splendor will be reborn, or if in its place the concrete mask will rise from the bossom of busted levees. like some great mcdonalds cthulhu set to devour the big easy, with fries.

12:23 AM  
Blogger transience swam up to say...

bukowski blows my mind.

12:24 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

we'll just have to hope that New Orleans survives the trials of 2005.

what would bukowski do?

maybe we should stage some sort of "save the spirit of New Orleans" benefit thing.

1:37 PM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

The whole situation there and in Mississippi is terrible. Its really unbelievable. And I'm sickened by the looters and the mentality that causes someone to do stuff like that. The best and the worst comes out of humanity during times of crisis.

1:46 PM  

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