1375: Barfly | Charles Bukowski
"Barfly"
Charles Bukowski
Jane, who has been dead for 31 years,
never could have
imagined that I would write a screenplay of our drinking
days together
and
that it would be made into a movie
and
that a beautiful movie star would play her
part.
I can hear Jane now: “A beautiful movie star? oh,
for Christ’s sake!”
Jane, that’s show biz, so go back to sleep, dear, because
no matter how hard they tried they
just couldn’t find anybody exactly like
you.
and neither can
I.
On this day in...
2011: "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
2010: "Purgatory" by Elizabeth Onusko
2009: "A Christian Country" by Langston Hughes
2008: Weekend, no poem
We lay down in the graveyard, hinged there./Emerald moss growing thickly in the chiseled letters./You’re explaining how trees actually breathe./Green in the names and trees went up to join gray in the sky./Then the gray-green sky came down in breaths to my lips and sipped me.
Charles Bukowski
Jane, who has been dead for 31 years,
never could have
imagined that I would write a screenplay of our drinking
days together
and
that it would be made into a movie
and
that a beautiful movie star would play her
part.
I can hear Jane now: “A beautiful movie star? oh,
for Christ’s sake!”
Jane, that’s show biz, so go back to sleep, dear, because
no matter how hard they tried they
just couldn’t find anybody exactly like
you.
and neither can
I.
On this day in...
2011: "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
2010: "Purgatory" by Elizabeth Onusko
2009: "A Christian Country" by Langston Hughes
2008: Weekend, no poem
We lay down in the graveyard, hinged there./Emerald moss growing thickly in the chiseled letters./You’re explaining how trees actually breathe./Green in the names and trees went up to join gray in the sky./Then the gray-green sky came down in breaths to my lips and sipped me.