Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Beasts Bounding Through Time - Poem by Charles Bukowski

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward us
impossibly.


Comments about Beasts Bounding Through Time by Charles Bukowski

  • (10/30/2018 12:52:00 AM)

    Perhaps, not impossible, but the odds are stacked against us. (Report)Reply

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  • (4/23/2016 7:03:00 PM)

    .....so many tragic events, a well penned synopsis (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 19, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 19, 2016


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