Poverty row poetry --- Tribute to Charles Bukowski --- 1

If I were a writer or a poet, I would be 30% charles bukowski.

But, I am not a poet..and I never understood poetry..except sri sri's.
The problem with poetry, especially English poetry is that they use too many complicated words and complex sentence constructs.
Word wizardry reminds me of 'mastery of domain'. (Seinfeld ref)
Actually, poetry itself reminds me of that.

Then comes charles bukowski. Simple words with devastating effect. A slap.A clap.A trap.
More importantly - they are very real.His poems are like neo-realism (of movies) of poetry.

He fascinates me and repels me. When he talks about 'philosophy', I just want to go and smack him.
The problem is that - it makes you feel that he is right. It makes you feel that ..may be there is a

1. lie
2. truth
3. truth which you don't want to accept (Goedels theorm??)

That pisses you off to no end. You want certainty in life. No wonder, people follow holy books ..to the word. I disagree with his Alcohol Vs Marijuana "soliloquy". I believe alcohol is the most dangerous drug..but he finds solace in it. Sometimes, I dont like him at all.But, you know what ---- He is real.

                           roll the dice

                      if you’re going to try, go all the
                      way.
                      otherwise, don’t even start.

                      if you’re going to try, go all the
                      way.
                      this could mean losing girlfriends,
                      wives, relatives, jobs and
                      maybe your mind.

                      go all the way.
                      it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
                      it could mean freezing on a
                      park bench.
                      it could mean jail,
                      it could mean derision,
                      mockery,
                      isolation.
                      isolation is the gift,
                      all the others are a test of your
                      endurance, of
                      how much you really want to
                      do it.
                      and you’ll do it
                      despite rejection and the worst odds
                      and it will be better than
                      anything else
                      you can imagine.

                      if you’re going to try,
                      go all the way.
                      there is no other feeling like
                      that.
                      you will be alone with the gods
                      and the nights will flame with
                      fire.

                      do it, do it, do it.
                      do it.

                      all the way
                      all the way.

                      you will ride life straight to
                      perfect laughter, its
                      the only good fight
                      there is.

                                - Charles Bukowski