Saturday, November 23, 2013

Charles Bukowski: my father and the bum

my father believed in work.
he was proud to have a
sometimes he didn't have a
job and then he was very
he'd be so ashamed that he'd
leave the house in the morning
and then come back in the evening
so the neighbors wouldn't

I liked the man next door:
he just sat in a chair in
his back yard and threw darts
at some circles he had painted
on the side of his garage.
in Los Angeles in 1930
he had a wisdom that
Goethe, Hegel, Kierkegaard,
Nietzsche, Freud,
Jaspers, Heidegger and
Toynbee would find hard
to deny.


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