#LL3 Charles Bukowski: Drunk ol'Bukowski Drunk
Charles, an extraordinary beer man I would say. You just fall in love for that 3 seconds and stand up straight to realise, oh Charles, You MUST BE KIDDING ME!
His book is always up on my bookshelf, rarely speaking for truth but indeed I read his poem only when I am drunk too.....His words are so charming, but you know it is all the simple daily nonsense which he collaged all of them together in an either odd or arduous combination (To me, to me, to me...).
Um...I admit that I do crave for a more explicit, standout and Porsche like expression which is more passionate....so Charles, Mr Bukowski is a charming man with definitely-not reserved writing style but so straight forward. Regarder!
"the boys put their muskets down
lift high their green-fish beer
as I fall forward off the couch
kiss rug hairs like cunt hairs
close as I've been in a long time."
-Drunk ol'Bukowski Drunk
Four More Days, Said the Mountain, 2020
Oil on redwood burl
14 × 14 × 15 in
"Close as I've been in a long time."
Desperate. Lost hope is being found again.
Flower is an eternal object for every painting so as Woman is a critical viewpoint for a (male, plus drunk) poet to spice up his inspirational life.
The yellow, the muddy, the flower
My strength allows the hub to be implanted right on top of you
You never seem to fix it right at the place
And tie up the imagination with a long long lace
Superficially Tutto Bene,
The tears layered over and over again
At last we whispered Au Revoir near that train
ergo with all my endeavour were gone in vain
Flower, 2005 Oil, industrial paint, tars on paper
40 7/10 × 29 3/10 in
You tell me, the hub has to be constructed precisely
I answered the hub could be built day by day TOGETHER nicely
You tell me, the hub would be built by oneself as more vigorously
Moonlight 001, 2014
Archival pigment print on Hahnemuhle Fine Art Baryta Paper
33 1/10 × 24 4/5 in
I asked, why human being always needs to be that
Can't I just be a fragile TOUFU?