8 Count

December 18, 2007

From my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I’d
let you
know,
fucker.

i honestly did not know how to respond to this one…it made me laugh, especially the end. because that’s how i feel with writers block sometimes, which is what i think he was talking about here..i also think that it says about how lonely he is..all he’s doing is sitting alone, watching birds..so maybe it also represents some kind of lost love…

Be Kind

December 11, 2007

Be Kind
 
  we are always asked
to understand the other person’s
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.not their fault?

whose fault?
mine?

I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.

age is no crime

but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life

among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives

is.

this poem reminded me a lot about the idea of living life to the fullest. “Age is the total of our doing”- being older, more mature is a result of how was act…” Age is no crime but the shame of a deliberately wasted life among so many deliberately wasted lives is.” If you sit around and do nothing with your life, i think bukowski is hinting that this is a waste of a life, and being older.