He Wrote From His Soul Perspective: My Thoughts on The Late Charles Bukowski
My Discovery of An Influential Poet and Author
I actually did not know of this German born- American Poet, Charles Bukowski. I stumbled across quotes of his and a few poems from another lover of poetry on Facebook, who likes to post famous poems from well-known poets, and not so famous poems from regular people poets. I think she refers to herself as “The Poetry Grrrl.” But, alas, I do not know of her too well either. Even so, I do enjoy some poetry she posts. It comes from different inspiring poets such as a few favorites of mine, Edgar Allan Poe, and Sylvia Plath.
However, I have stumbled upon this radical type that she has been posting quite often lately, and I find his work intriguing. I can tell you he is very influential throughout the writing world it seems, but for some reason, I haven’t heard of him much. Nevertheless, if I am intrigued, I will research somewhat about a person, place, or thing, that has caught my attention, and Mr. Bukowski has caught my attention with his unique poetry style. It’s basically prose poetry, as it is talking through realms instead of rhyming or giving ode to someone. No, his poetry is definitely not of a Shakespearean feel as Sonnets are so inclined to be.
Mr. Bukowski, to me, was simply a writer of the soul. He was a novelist, a short-story writer, and again a poet of prose. Some of his novels include, “Women” and “Post Office,” but I haven’t read neither and couldn’t tell you what they were about. Something tells me they are forceful in the way they are written and expressed. From what I can tell about Charles Bukowski, he was a no holds barred type of writer, he wrote what he felt, he expressed it in words that are unforgiving and sometimes, or at least, in my opinion; shock related. To give you an example, I will post the poem of his that caught my eye;
August 16,1920 - March 9,1994
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- Charles Bukowski, American Author
Charles Bukowski's life, work and continuing influence on modern literature.
Alone With Everybody
by: Charles Bukowski
The flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind in there,
and sometimes a soul, and the
women break vases against the
walls, and the men drink too much,
and nobody finds the one, but they
keep looking crawling in and out of
Flesh covers the bone and the flesh
searches for more than the flesh.
There’s no chance at all; we are all
trapped by a singular fate. Nobody
ever finds the one.
The city dumps fill.
The junkyards Fill.
The madhouses fill.
The hospitals fill.
The graveyards fill.
Nothing else fills.
A Few Final Thoughts On Mr. Bukowski
I found this poem of the late Charles Bukowski to be very profound, and maybe not true to all of us, but may be written out of his own deep despair or drunken rant. I don’t quite know if he was an alcoholic, but plenty of pictures suggest he liked the firewater quite well. However, again, I did not research enough about Mr. Bukowski to say this for sure. I only searched out a few facts along with his poetry and quotes. He was an intriguing artist, whom I will no doubt study more about when I catch a few moments here and there. Life is quite busy these days.
For now, I will use him just as my inspiration to write a poem of my own, that I hope captures a style similar to his. I didn’t write it to rhyme, and as it is in the narrative form, which I do often, it really has no sense of flow, but only thought-provoking words on a topic of life and love. I hope you like it!
"Some lose all mind, and become soul, insane.
Some lose all soul, and become mind, intellectual.
Some lose both, and become accepted."
Be Warned...It Is An Interesting Perspective Indeed
"I loved you like a man loves
a woman he never touches,
only writes to, keeps little
So Interesting! Charles Bukowski's Brilliant Words
"The free soul is rare, but you know it
when you see it. Basically, because,
you feel good, very good, when you
are near or with them."
Now This Is Where I Agree Totally With Mr. Bukowski, Do You?
Do You Know of Charles Bukowski? Do You Like His Writing Style and Perspectives?
© 2016 Missy Smith
I just crossed your path to make
an impression. That's all I was
supposed to do.
Don’t try to back up after you
finally feel ready to. I’m gone
from your life now.
And that’s what Life and Love
are about…is it not?
We cross paths. We fall in love.
We learn to interact with another
different personality other than
But, it’s inevitable isn’t it, how
sometimes there will be one
out of the two who will
become ready to move on?
So…they leave grasping hold of
all the things they learned which
you shared unconditional.
Then flee to see if there is a better
you out there just because you did
this so genuine.
It can be an instantaneous exit,
and that is why they may later
come back and try to reconcile.
And then, when a fool returns, the
later is too late for the mistake
maker who walked on.
They now only seem to the
abandoned you, A sweet lie
that you’ve let go, no regret
now in your soul.
You look ahead to the next lesson,
either tomorrow or years later;
unfortunately, maybe never again.
Life is a journey. It takes us all
down different paths of our own
If we are lucky, we pick the path
that will plant us in enriched soil that
blooms us into a beautiful color of
full and complete happiness.
We find the right person at the right
time with all the right answers to all
the right lessons we desire.
However, life shows some of us
A lonely path, as we are the ones
who always learn those many sweet lies.
The ones that will eventually realize
the never again after a last good-bye.
Yes, I am one of those planted with
many pretty impressions you take
when you leave, wilting from every
petal you snatch away from me.
But, hey, that’s all I’m really supposed
to be, just another impression with
a lesson you will keep.