Friday, October 02, 2009
you've created very little (Friday's Sunday's Poem)
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
As The Poems Go
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
Today's poems are by Charles Bukowski, who maybe shouldn't be read on a Friday morning, because he's not very cheery, but then again, if we read stuff that's kind of down and depressing it may make us appreciate our lives a little more, right?
Also, The Boy was studying poetry this week, reading poems by some little-known and not-very-good poet, and I told The Boy that he might like Bukowski's poetry. I told him that because I thought The Boy would appreciate Bukowski's attitude, and the way he takes sad, horrible lives and holds them up as poetry, and somehow the sad horribleness becomes entrancing. In a sad horrible way, but entrancing nonetheless.
It's not beautiful, but it is poetry. I've tried to pick out two of the less-depressing ones.