Charles Bukowski was a 20th century writer of prose and poetry. He was born 1920 in Germany but raised in Los Angeles, California, and lived there for fifty years. He died in San Pedro, California, on March 9, 1994.
1813-1883
listening to Wagner
as outside in the dark the wind blows a cold rain the
trees wave and shake lights go
off and on the walls creak and the cats run under the
bed…Wagner battles the agonies, he’s emotional but
C. Bukowski out of his book “You get so alone at times that it just makes sense”, 1986
solid, he’s the supreme fighter, a giant in a world of
pygmies, he takes it straight on through, he breaks
barriers
an
astonishing FORCE of sounds as
everything here shakes
shivers
bends
blasts
in fierce gamble
yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as
nights like this run up my wrist and up into my head and
back down into the
gut
some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we’re all alive
tonight.
