Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

40,000 - Poem by Charles Bukowski

at the track today,
Father's Day,
each paid admission was
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Comments about 40,000 by Charles Bukowski

  • Gold Star - 23,446 Points * Sunprincess * (3/12/2015 11:03:00 PM)

    .......wow 40.000 was a lot of people at the track....sounds like a lot of fun :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mazhari David (5/22/2014 4:42:00 PM)

    Nothing will overcome the perfection of the horse Spinoza..* * (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 33,910 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/12/2014 4:43:00 AM)

    I think that it is incomplete and still interesting. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Byron Shelby (11/17/2013 12:46:00 AM)

    Full poem:
    at the track today,
    Father's Day,
    each paid admission was
    entitled to a wallet
    and each contained a
    little surprise.
    most of the men seemed
    between 30 and 55,
    going to fat,
    many of them in walking
    shorts,
    they had gone stale in
    life,
    flattened out....
    in fact, damn it, they
    aren't even worth writing
    about!
    why am I doing
    this?
    these don't even
    deserve a death bed,
    these little walking
    whales,
    only there are so
    many of
    them,
    in the urinals,
    in the food lines,
    they have managed to
    survive
    in a most limited
    sense
    but when you see
    so many of them
    like that,
    there and not there,
    breathing, farting,
    commenting,
    waiting for a thunder
    that will not arrive,
    waiting for the charging
    white horse of
    Glory,
    waiting for the lovely
    female that is not
    there,
    waiting to WIN,
    waiting for the great
    dream to
    engulf them
    but they do nothing,
    they clomp in their
    sandals,
    gnaw at hot dogs
    dog style,
    gulping at the
    meat,
    they complain about
    losing,
    blame the jocks,
    drink green
    beer,
    the parking lot is
    jammed with their
    unpaid for
    cars,
    the jocks mount
    again for another
    race,
    the men press
    toward the betting
    windows
    mesmerized,
    fathers and non-fathers
    Monday is waiting
    for them,
    this is the last
    big lark.
    and the horses are
    totally
    beautiful.
    it is shocking how
    beautiful they
    are
    at that time,
    at that place,
    their life shines
    through;
    miracles happen,
    even in
    hell.
    I decide to stay for
    one more
    race. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Matthew Merlino (9/10/2010 4:10:00 PM)

    I don't believe this is the full poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tai Chi Italy (6/13/2009 6:33:00 PM)

    Every Father deserves one. An aptly timed poem. We loved the races.

    Smiling, ironically

    Tai (Report) Reply

  • Rookie M. Bronson Russell (7/29/2008 1:14:00 PM)

    Sounds like modest surprise after winning a not-so-modest sum... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tom J. Mariani (11/9/2007 5:09:00 PM)

    One of his short ones. Must have written it on a bar napkin. Maybe he would have finished it if he hadn't ordered another short one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points J P Klegg (7/4/2005 6:00:00 PM)

    Either over my head or a little disappointing for CB. (Report) Reply








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