1. Thursday, August 16, 2012

    today is charles bukowski’s birthday, he woulda been 92 

    he’s also my hero, duh.

    he’s america’s greatest poet of the 20th century, maybe ever.

    this one is one he wrote in a poetry book called “The Last Night of the Earth Poems”

    it’s called “Question and Answer”

    he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
    night, running the blade of the knife
    under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
    of all the letters he had received
    telling him that
    the way he lived and wrote about
    that–
    it had kept them going when
    all seemed
    truly
    hopeless.

    putting the blade on the table, he
    flicked it with a finger
    and it whirled
    in a flashing circle
    under the light.

    who the hell is going to save
    me? he
    thought.

    as the knife stopped spinning
    the answer came:
    you’re going to have to
    save yourself.

    still smiling,
    a: he lit a
    cigarette
    b: he poured
    another
    drink
    c: gave the blade
    another
    spin.