Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

air and light and time and space - Poem by Charles Bukowski

'- you know, I've either had a family, a job, something
has always been in the
but now
I've sold my house, I've found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I'm going to have a place and
the time to
no baby, if you're going to create
you're going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
you're going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you're on
you're going to create with part of your mind and your
body blown
you're going to create blind
you're going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquakes, bombardment,
flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don't create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses

Comments about air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski

  • Glen Kappy (4/14/2017 6:18:00 PM)

    this reminds me of a conversation with a guy who invited me out to lunch to get me into amway. (i didn't know that was what he was going to do.) part of his spiel was that he always wanted to be a missionary but was too busy just making a living but with amway he'd have enough wealth to do it. sad, eh? -glen kappy (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (4/14/2017 1:36:00 PM)

    Nailed it and nailed it in inimitable Bukowski style so many of us love (Report) Reply

  • (4/14/2017 10:33:00 AM)

    The only space that is needed is that space in the mind which says: Feed me with your creativity and I shall reward you beyond your greatest expectations. I can't think of one poem that I didn't like by this creative genius. Awesome! (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (4/14/2017 9:33:00 AM)

    Interesting poem! Outside environment has as much effect on being creative as our internal state of mind. Will to create can never be overestimated but there is something else called inspiration that is the guiding factor in creating. When I search within to know how, when and from where that inspiration is born I can never solve this mystery. It is like its own puzzle just to be used and worked upon without knowing its origin. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (4/14/2017 4:01:00 AM)

    a very creative piece of writing about the need to make something? anything? forget the excuses just do! .............superbly writing. (Report) Reply

  • Lantz Pierre (4/14/2017 3:40:00 AM)

    Bukowski always means well. Even when he believed he didn't mean well, and was simply being mean. Those good intentions make him endearing. But he just got it so wrong so often. Sometimes when you scrape away the rot and maggots of the muscle from the bone even the bone is rotten. Often enough he found a firm skeleton to hang his observations on, but not this time. The bone is there, he's not off in left field, but it takes more than the will to create to be creative with what you have. If basic human needs are not met than the impulse to create cannot have high enough priority to be fulfilled. Yes, a self-destructive drunken sot can still be ingeniously genius, sometimes, but he also frequently controlled his circumstances without compromise to will his creations into existence. Personally, his poems will never be sufficient justification for the crap-ass way he treated people and led his life. Obviously, my priorities are different than his were. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/14/2017 2:15:00 AM)

    'A longer life'! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (4/14/2017 12:42:00 AM)

    For the first time in my life.... thanks for posting.... (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (4/14/2017 12:11:00 AM)

    The creative spirit will not be held back. (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2016 7:06:00 PM)

    ............beautifully thought provoking ★ to create we need space (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 10, 2016

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