Saturday, August 8, 2009

in a buk mood

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you? - Charles Bukowski

4 comments:

beatriz said...

Bukowski??!! amazing quote from the tough street poet. beautiful...sleeping with a bluebird that has a hidden song. thank you!

LUMAHO said...

wonderful photo !!!

cafe selavy said...

Buk looked through dirty windows, too. He has been one of my favorites since I first read him in 1973. Four walls, he says. That's all a human needs to make a stand.

Rhonda Prince said...

is that all? four walls? feels like so much more. I've loved his writing for some time now but watched a documentary about him this weekend and fell in love all over again...