Bukowski Archives

Opening August 18th in NYC, followed by a wider (hopefully national) release.

Sweet. [thx goldenfiddle]

PS - Massive Attack proper US tour! w00t!

murdered in the alley of the land
frost-bitten against flagpoles
pawned by females

educated in the dark for the dark

vomiting into plugged toilets
in rented rooms full of roaches and mice

no wonder we seldom sing
day noon or night

the useless wars
the useless years
the useless loves

and they ask us,
why do you drink so much?

well, I suppose if the days were made
to be wasted
the years and the loves were made
to be wasted

we can't cry, and it helps to laugh -
it's like letting out
dreams, ideals,
poisons

don't ask us to sing,
laughing and singing to us,
you see, it is a terrible joke

Christ should have laughed on the cross,
it would have petrified his killers

now there are more killers than ever
and I write poems for them.
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Written by Charles Bukowski, taken from his book Burning In Water, Drowning In Flame

the dead flowers of myself

bulls strut in pinwheel glory,
rockets stun the sky,
but I don't know
quite what to make
of the dead flowers
of myself,
whether to dump them
out of the bowl
or
press them between
these blank pages
and go on;
well, all grief comes down
to hard death
and weeping finally ends.
thank the god
who made
it.

-- Written by Charles Bukowski, taken from the book Betting On the Muse
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Sorry for being MIA last week. My aunt died very unexpectedly early in the week and my mind was elsewhere. Ms. Smith was nice enough to accompany me to NC this weekend for the funeral.

I haven't posted any Buk since last August. I'm seriously slacking.
Back to work tomorrow.

Ummmmmmmmbest? How did this happen and me not know about it? OK, who can get me one of these posters ASAP? [via goldenfiddle]

How a Web site helped the Bucks acquire an All-Star.

Worst World Series ever.

You knows it!

Police force Brendan Benson to play the last half of his Berlin gig acoustically after saying his gig was "too loud".

Euros pulls a Gruff.

The Artic Monkeys do something to merit those Oasis comparisons.

Speaking of, Noel must be promoting a new single or something.

Guero remix album tracklisting.

Thank you for setting the record straight. I have problems with that too. Great post.

From today's "Make 'Em Say 'Duh'" newsfile; iPod nano lawsuit will only benefit attorneys.

iPod vending machine.

Ooh, cool.

Hey, I almost forgot! I have a contest for you all. Supergrass just released their latest record, Road to Rouen, and I'm really digging it. To celebrate, I'm giving away the following:

GRAND PRIZE: Limited edition tinymeat ipod case, a copy of Road to Rouen, magnets, pins and a "Kiss of Life" CD single.

Runner Up Prize: a copy of Road to Rouen, magnets, pins and a "Kiss of Life" CD single.

All you have to do is drop me a line and tell me what Supergrass video saw the group imagined as giant muppets. Winner will be announced in two weeks.

To tide you over here are some Supergrass links and videos:
Road to Rouen album website
"St. Petersburg" video Windoze / Real / glorious Quicktime
Finally, here is video of the band performing on Leno.

I also remembered my Forgotten Fovorite today.
Lush: Sweetness and Light (MP3)
I heart Lush and this is one of my favorite songs of theirs. Quoth the bar manager at Saint Ex when I played this last week. "Wait, is this Lush? Fucking Sweet." Indeed. And while we all know Miki was the really, really hot one (I totally have a thing for pink hair), any Lush fan worth their salt knows that Emma wrote the best songs, like "Sweetness and Light" (lyrics). Remember when VW used this in a Jetta ad? This is from the album Gala, which was the band's first three EP's all packaged together. I think Spooky is still my favorite album of theirs. Buy some Lush at Amazon.

My camera shipped last night and travelled from Maspeth, NY to Saddlebrook, NJ to Harrisburg, PA to Laurel, MD in the span of about 15 hours. Unfortunately, it's not scheduled to be delivered until Monday. Oh well.

40,000 flies

torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again

check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders

wonder if there will be one more
woman

now
40,000 flies running the arms of my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store

arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?

what kind of shit is
this?

it's so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.

- written by Charles Bukowski, taken from his book Play The Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Start To Bleed A Bit.