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thank you for woofing
Posted on Dec 29th, 2008
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maze
maze
This blog took a shit for itself about a half hour ago. Not that there was going to be something extra special tonight anyway. I was sitting before this computer earlier having something somewhat on my mind....when Luke came down and started to chat. And we chatted about this and that. It really was a great conversation. The gals are out checking on bridal gowns etcetera for Malina's upcoming October wedding. The bride asked me if I would like to come along. I said...the father of the bride should be like the groom...we both should be surprised when we first see the bride. So, here I am, blogging, sipping a beer and anticipating. Although, I must say, I like to avoid anticipation. It makes me come too soon. Isn't that horribly vulgar to speak this way while talking about the bride and the bride to be. But if truth be told, most people think this way. Do you realize that there's probably five thousand thoughts within a second. I have been told that certain guru's in the Himalayas have experienced nearly ten thousand thoughts per second. Christ almighty....go figure. And you know what happens next? Nothing. I was told today that the last the last thought you have before you die is the last thought you'll ever have. The last thought...is just another moment. Now, what do you think of that. Give me a moment to think about it. Nope...you are dead.
Bukowski: Poetry and Motion
Access: Public
all of the moments are last moments, and first moments too. None of that matters really, does it? It’s never any other moment, just always this one. Thank the gods or the whatevers, this one is all I can handle. On a good day. What am I supposed to do with all those other extra moments that aren’t even happening now? I respectfully decline.
Great video, sweetie! Sounds like Bukowski suggests your blog took a beer shit. Did you miss it when it went down? Love you!!! Smooches!
Bukowski’s ok.
Poetry is very personal,
and talking about it is silly -
just ends up sounding pretentious,
like this comment I am making right now.
So what’s the use?
A waste of time.
eh.
I watched 1 minute and 42 seconds of Bukowski. That’s all my precious time I’ll give him. I’d rather just read a poem and then ask myself what I think about it. Bukowski has a beer to keep him happy. Or wine. Or whatever he’s drinking. You, Maze, have a beer, your family, AND your computer. So I will just waltz off and do whatever the hell I damn well please, which is what I was doing today anyway, until I read your blog, which romanced me about 10,000 times more sweetly than Bukowski. There’s something about guys in dress shirts with short sleeves that’s just terrible.
The last thought of life? Surely the sweetest! Yes! That is gratitude!
I thought the point was to dump all those thoughts per second and end up with emptiness…which would be the same as death, right? Hell, I’m half certain that the reason teachers teach is to empty their heads so they can have the space inside.
That horribly vulgar statement, that window into the mind of a man…
reminds me of John Updike. Your writing is maybe a bastard cross between Updike, and oh, I dunno, James Joyce, at his most nonsequitous. (pretentious, I bow to Mimi;o)
That is why I used to love reading John Updike, especially the Rabbit series.
I felt like he was opening the lid of a man’s mind and letting me peer in.
The last Rabbit book, I believe Rabbit dies and the last line is his last thought.
If my memory serves after all these years, it was something about fucking and about gratitude. So you and Martha have it all sewed up.
Mimsie and I are going to be the wedding crashers..
I really didn’t enjoy watching Bukowski either… but I’m glad you and Luke had a good talk. that’s priceless!
I’ll be looking forward to hearing more about Malina’s upcoming October wedding! oooh! I would love to be a wedding crasher too. Hey everyone … why don’t we?
THE PATRIARCHAL ”brilliance” of Charles Bukowski and Philip Larkin, as two poets juxtaposed between the OLD and NEW WORLDs and “a pond” twixt the 2, must always be “seen” in the context of the balance and harmony that the DEVINE FEMININE can bring to the ”party of LIFE” - with or without alcoholic stimulation !
SO BE IT
wow….I love how this took off….thank you everyone. For Christmas I received a book from Luke…”Reborn” Journals & Notebooks 1947-1963 Susan Sontag. Anyway, as I sat down to blog…Luke came downstairs & we started to chat about a little drama in his life. Earlier in the afternoon we walked the dogs and chatted a lot about what I read in the Sontag book. This blog was going to be about some of the stuff in the Sontag book. I had no intention of using Bukowski, but I stumble onto this youtube video while looking for a nice version of Lou Christie singing two faces have I. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7jcvq1lXOw ) And voila, up pops Bukowski…and I thought….here’s a curve for my gaian friends. The snapshot is of a still life my dad did way back when. It hangs in my sister’s dining room in her new home. We partook in Wigilia there on Dec 24th. We had a little alcoholic stimulation, which aids in loosening the roots to keep the spirit alive. And yes…here’s some more morning clarification….the bride didn’t ask me if I wanted to come along….she asked if I wanted her to take any pictures of the gowns…and my response remains the same.
We did the Wigilia dinner too when I was growing up. My mother would cook for 2-3 days for it, baking bread and rolls sprinkled with poppy seeds. We had the mushrooms, fish (not carp), sauerkraut, perogies, and the wheat and honey thing. It was was meatless meal, and I think we were “meatless” the day before too. I remember being about 8, and getting out a leftover pork chop to nibble on, and my mother hollering in alarm, and running over to grab it before I could eat it on this holy day. We had rules back then - no washing or ironing clothes on sundays or Holy days. That was one of the worse offences. I love the old traditions that came from my Ukrainian, Russian, Polish, Roumanian ancestors. Wish I could have been there in that empty chair.
I didnt’ know your daughter was getting married. did i read that right?
congratulations. wow.
I had to look up that poet. learn something new every day.
I want a roll sprinkled with poppy seeds.
Nice painting Tom, the poetry and Bukowski sucks, just my opinion.
I have become a empty vessel and will contemplate your words and meanderings in my dream quest tonight. Here’s a little link to help with that cuming anticipation :-)
So this is how synchronicity works. Tom, you put the Bukowski video on instead of what you originally planned.
I see the video, Bukowsksi sounds familiar, but why? I l watch the video, and think to myself, what an old grouchy fart. What does he know from poetry?!
So I google Bukowski and actually read some of his poems.
http://www.poemhunter.com/charles-bukowski/
and i was pleasantly surprised that I loved some of them and I understood the old grouch. It is hard to be a poet in the world. And to make a living being a poet. He studied journalism but couldn’t get a job. His drinking problem didn’t help either.
So after I posted my last comment, I decided to check out movies on Super Channel. I saw one called Factotum with Matt Dillon, but passed it by on the listings and then decided to go back and look again at the description: --FACTOTUM -“Matt Dillon is superb in the gritty and powerful tale based on acclaimed semi-autobiographical novel by CHARLES BUKOWSKI, about a hard drinking, womanizing, ASPIRING WRITER, who bounces from one odd job to another”.
I just about fell off my chair - i never would have watched the movie if I hadn’t read Tom’s blog and watched the video.
I am posting one of Bukowski’s poems on my blog. Thanks so much Tom, I have really enjoyed meeting Bukowski.
that is really bizarre mimi. wowzer.
Watch trailer for movie Factotum :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QXMybzPJRc&feature=related
Wow! Mimi! I am floored. That synchronicity is a hell of a dancer! And I ‘ll read your blog, too.
I think thoughts are overrated, egos clinging to & identifying with the noisy mind often gets us into warped perceptions of what is. In that sense I agree with Bukowski that words are like a beer shit, look at them floating & let them go without analyzing & let the beauty of the moment unfold itself.. Erica Jong once mused over the design of toilets & pointed out that Germans design theirs with a lil plateau making it pos to get a good look before flushing. I personally prefer looking at words but then again, I’m not German. That said, the synchronicity/serendipity of this moment took me by surprise as I found the ponderings on poetry & motion to be a perfect pick to accompany your blog. Maybe because I thought of Bukowski’s Ham on Rye which somehow fitted into the bigger picture cuz it’s dedicated to fathers (you might like that one Mimi & if not, dive into ‘Women’ which imho also is one of his best.) Yes, I love Bukowski, his work taught me at a much younger age a couple of two three things about the minds of certain men & to some extent my own, which reminds me of a qar I reflected on & forgot to post.. oh dear, words left unnoticed, must go look for them asap. Thx for this one Tom, watching yr thoughts float are a pleasure indeed.