Long walks at night--
that's what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.
You are in the mind of the man. You can't be disappointed or happy about what he says. You can accept it, or not accept it. Its a poem. Its a fleeting moment in time when he had those thoughts.
What a long and pretty title for such a short and ugly poem! I agree with Sylvia Frances..... Disappointing.
Ya I agree but what you said gose with your face
Long walks at night- that's what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives. simplicity in writing. tony
'watching tired housewives trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands' - whatelse can they do?
trying to fight off their beer-maddened husbands. /// conjugal life of bride and groom is very sweet if there is mutual understanding and loving for each other. In family planning life it's very need the sacrifice one's wish for other. Sweetest love is there where pure friendship is existed in conjugal life. And if there laziness grasps all, fault finding gasps all, misunderstanding, distrust gasps all then all breakable chaotic fighting take birth there.
Oops! they forgot to close the curtains!
Goddam! Classic Bukowski!
I've lived for years in a slum neighbourhood infested with drunks. I often go for long walks late at night. In the city you can't see the stars. I've never looked in a window and seen a drunk chasing his wife about. It just doesn't happen.