Old Cars In The Desert — Art by kenne
— Charles Bukowski
A Change of Scene, Santa Catalina Mountains (February 21, 2013) — Image by kenne
Four inches
of snow
on the
mountains tops
April 26th.
this image
is not it
since the snow
melted
early morning —
Bukowski
would say
“as the
spirit
wanes
the form appears.”
–kenne
The Raven Calls — Grunge Composition by kenne
— Charles Bukowski
Grunge Composition by kenne
“I Am Woman” — Computer Art by kenne
“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives,
relatives and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail.
It could mean derision.
It could mean 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.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.”
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum
San Fransisco Peaks — Computer Painting by kenne
— kenne
Men’s Restroom Wall — Image by kenne
— Charles Bukowski
Kenne philosophizing on becoming the next president of the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN),
after returning from visiting friends and family in east Texas.
no leaders, please
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can
never
categorize you.
reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.
be self-taught.
and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
you.
— Charles Bukowski
Road to the Cactus Picnic Area In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
poetry
by Charles Bukowski
it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it’s not
for
everyone
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.
Computer Art by kenne
I stared hard. . .
by Tony Mares
thinking of Charles Bukowski
– – Charles Bukowski (Source: Oldpoetry.com)
“Statue of Death” — Image by kenne
All time is created equal,
but we don’t use it equally.
Some are livin’ on Tulsa time,
while others in a New York minute.
My time is your time,
but it is not mine to give.
You can’t give away
something that isn’t yours.
…unless you share the moment.
— kenne
― Charles Bukowski, War All the Time
Charles Bukowski — Image by kenne
to lean back into it
like in a chair the color of the sun
as you listen to lazy piano music
and the aircraft overhead are not
at war.
where the last drink is as good as
the first
and you realize that the promises
you made yourself were
kept.
that’s plenty.
that last: about the promises:
what’s not so good is that the few
friends you had are
dead and they seem
irreplaceable.
as for women, you didn’t know enough
early enough
and you knew enough
too late.
and if more self-analysis is allowed: it’s
nice that you turned out well-
honed,
that you arrived late
and remained generally
capable.
outside of that, not much to say
except you can leave without
regret.
until then, a bit more amusement,
a bit more endurance,
leaning back
into it.
like the dog who got across
the busy street:
not all of it was good
luck.
by Charles Bukowski, from what matters most is how well you walk through the fire (Black Sparrow Press)
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Charles Bukowski: A Bio Poem
yes,
there was a
Charles Bukowski
sad eyes
weary voice
a poet-recluse
writing about
down and outs
skid row
alcohol
relationships with women
German American
raised catholic
abused
shy, alienated
teenage acne
desperate days of the
great depression
attended
Los Angeles City College
art,
journalism
literature
flirted with the far-right
grew bored
failed a physical and
psychological exam
classified 4-f
“on a Santa Monica Monday.”
first story
published at 24
grew disillusioned
quit writing
“on the sidewalk and in the sun”
ten-year drunk
bleeding ulcer
nearly died
begin writing poetry
first wife
small-town Texas poet
decapitated in India
religious zealots
obscure cult
traumatized by wife’s death
resulting in a powerful series of poems
“I hold fast to me, that’s all there is”
series of muses
a daughter
ten years with post office
wrote a column
“notes of a dirty old man”
quit the post office
decided to starve
full-time writer
a loner
unable to live alone
“because I’ve got
a pocket full of dreams….”
— kenne
Charles Bukowski in Ham On Rye writes of Henry Chinaski, his raw voice alter ego having a beer with Becker:
“. . . I’d like to be a correspondent in Washington, D.C. I’d like to be where big things are happening.”
“Washington’s crap, Becker.”
“And women? Marriage? Children?”
“Crap.”
“Yeah? Well, what do you want?”
“To hide.”
“You poor fuck. You need another beer.”
“All right.”
The beer arrived.
Source: Booktryst
“The difference between life and art is art is more bearable.”
– Charles Bukowski
Image by kenne
I need a dose of Bukowski now and then.
kenne
