“he drank wine all night the night of the 28th. and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and loved the way she told him things that seemed true but were not, and he knew the color of each of her dresses and her shoes-he knew the stock and curve of each heel as well as the leg shaped by it.
and she was out again when he came home, and she’d come back with the special stink again, and she did she came in at 3 a.m. in the morning filthy like a dung-eating swine and he took out the butcher knife and she screamed backing into the roominghouse wall still pretty somehow in spite of love’s reek and he finished the glass of wine.
that yellow dress his favorite and she screamed again.
and he took up the knife and unhooked his belt “and tore away the cloth before her and cut off his balls. and carried them in his hands like apricots and flushed them down the toilet bowl and she kept screaming as the room became red
GOD O GOD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
and he sat there holding 3 towels between his legs not caring now whether she left or stayed wore yellow or green or anything at all.
and one hand holding and one hand lifting he poured another wine.”
Ah, please someone put some music and sing to Bukowski poetryyyy ❤🎸 ah, if only song-writers of today wrote interesting things as Bukowski did the world would definitely be a better place!
I'm sorry but did that dude choke and then die! The chopping off of the balls was cinematic-perf! What a fun twisty surprise & treat(/･ω･(-ω-)\(･◡･)/ I think I'm ready to take on Thursday! Thanks 🤣
The mans sexual desire for the woman overpowers him and controls him, so he pulls out the knife and cuts off his own balls so he can be free from his own libido
I am not familiar with bukowski's work but i think it is about freedom from sexual urges and being controlled by the opposite gender Since testosterone (and sperm) is produced by the balls and heavily influences sexual drive But i have a feeling i have completely missed the point
Bukowski proves that being a true poet is not a profession, it's a lifestyle.
yep cos it dont pay
@@aarondavid5866 Yes, he definitely gives the impression of an artist who is consumed by his art.
Passion baby, splattered all over the walls
I took this advice of his most to heart.
“he drank wine all night the night of the
28th. and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and loved
the way she told him things that seemed true
but were not, and he knew the color of each
of her dresses
and her shoes-he knew the stock and curve of
each heel
as well as the leg shaped by it.
and she was out again when he came home, and
she’d come back with the special stink again,
and she did
she came in at 3 a.m. in the morning
filthy like a dung-eating swine
and
he took out the butcher knife
and she screamed
backing into the roominghouse wall
still pretty somehow
in spite of love’s reek
and he finished the glass of wine.
that yellow dress
his favorite
and she screamed again.
and he took up the knife
and unhooked his belt
“and tore away the cloth before her
and cut off his balls.
and carried them in his hands
like apricots
and flushed them down the
toilet bowl
and she kept screaming
as the room became red
GOD O GOD!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
and he sat there holding 3 towels
between his legs
not caring now whether she left or
stayed
wore yellow or green or
anything at all.
and one hand holding and one hand
lifting he poured
another wine.”
Ah, please someone put some music and sing to Bukowski poetryyyy ❤🎸 ah, if only song-writers of today wrote interesting things as Bukowski did the world would definitely be a better place!
Yes. It has a price.
Reminds me of that movie The Piano. Sometimes the cost is high, but worth it.
That was so fucking dark though.
I'm sorry but did that dude choke and then die!
The chopping off of the balls was cinematic-perf! What a fun twisty surprise &
treat(/･ω･(-ω-)\(･◡･)/
I think I'm ready to take on Thursday!
Thanks 🤣
Cutting the ball(s) from the chain. Literately.
sick
can someone explain this? is there. meaning with this poem ? i don’t understand 😅
The mans sexual desire for the woman overpowers him and controls him, so he pulls out the knife and cuts off his own balls so he can be free from his own libido
I am not familiar with bukowski's work but i think it is about freedom from sexual urges and being controlled by the opposite gender
Since testosterone (and sperm) is produced by the balls and heavily influences sexual drive
But i have a feeling i have completely missed the point
it's about feelng emasculated because your woman has been out all night whoring arond with slobs.
I laughed with him
Es su propia voz???
sí, así es
I love Bukowski but sometimes he is just too much
What a stupid story, Bukowski never deserved fame.
Goofy ass
Fame, if you believe in it, looks like an awfully twisted circle jerk to me
Disturbing as hell
No. Enlightening.
LMAO welcome to the other side my friend
Maybe they should run his name 🤔 past some old cold cases.
@@dougmcclelland9599 lol imagine, all his books would probably quadruple in price.
He's got alot more where that cam from
Fake.
damn your pp as big as your brain?
the most real thing you will ever listen to