TCM honor’s today a genius poet and and American hero named Charles Bukowski. Though we normally stick to our old drinking songs about 200 proof liquor, comely lasses, and ghosts, all real pirates can write some verse. Bukowski (1920-1994) wrote with a brutal honesty dealing with love, death, being poor, being famous, and being crazy. Picture Ernest Hemingway…but less refined and more raw. Great art cuts like a knife and his art did that spectacularly. Here are some examples:
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/charles_bukowski/poems/12980
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/charles_bukowski/poems/13095
Bukowski, a salty dog, wrote works that stand with some of the greatest poets of all time. But, this was a man who was once quoted as saying “Sometimes you just gotta pee in the sink.” In his younger days, the poet fought in back alleys, drank, whored, and worked scores of shit jobs. Slowly his writing gave him fame and notoriety.He wrote about the harsh realities and the sublime ones. Fans and critics could fuck off. In his later days, he would gamble at the Santa Anita racetrack and and bang coeds in the bathrooms at poetry readings. His writing did to a blank page what kamikize pilots did to battleships. Charles Bukowski stayed his own man and showed a plastic world just how fake it really was.
Man was a pirate.
Originally by Captain Fuerza.
A Flintheart favorite