and you might say but hes dead and id say prove it.
where is his replacement? who’s the new bukowski?
you cant be dead if you dont have a sequel.
who is writing poems still and short stories and novels.
someone who will be known far and wide for not just now but for decades later.
a man of the people. a hobo. a drunk. a fighter. a lover. a writer.
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
to pre celebrate his birthday i took a pretty girl to the hollywood bowl to hear some classical musics
just so happened that gustavo dudamel was rockin the joint this week. he started off with Aida on sunday
and then had two nights of Requiem to celebrate the man’s passing
it was a warm night, the young lady brought a nice bottle of white
and made the most delicious vegan deviled eggs from little white potatoes and witchcraft
and also created boneless chicken wings from sassafrass dust and sweet potatoes
tasted just like chicken.
for some reason the bowl wasnt packed which surprised me because the weather was perfect.
if bukowski was there he would have have fallen down drunk
scraped both knees
and laughed into the hollywood night.