The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Poets are both clean and warm
And most are far above the norm
Whether here or on the roam
Have a poet in every home! #50

Charles Bukowski


marietta said...

RIP,Chartes,i hope,you don`t forgot by the last ride the Fuck machine in the leather bag.

Richmond Rambler said...

I don't think Buk was either clean or warm or the norm.

Trader said...

it looks like a rough wake-up.

i remember the only time I passed by San Pedro (Calif) in my life, a few weeks after I heard on TV that Buk passed away.

i didn't know i was hanging out so close to his home.

a strong voice that America should have learned more from.