poetry

Technologies

Aug 2 2011 - 8:46pm

Rebecca has been hard at work reading 150 books this summer. Occasionally I get to pick up a few crumbs of her literary smorgasbord. Liked this one:

Technologies

by George Oppen

Tho in a sort of summer the hard buds blossom
Into feminine profusion

The 'inch-sized
Heart, ' the little core of oneself,
So inartistic,

The inelegant heart
Which cannot grasp
The world
And makes art

Is small

Like a small hawk
Lighting disheveled on a window sill.

Like hawks we are at least not
Nowhere, and I would say
Where we are

Tho I distract

In honor of the Oscars, Bukowski offers "This"

Mar 7 2010 - 11:41pm

I couldn't find this anywhere else online, so I thought I'd post it here. I think of this poem every year when the Oscars roll around. I don't think the celebs are as 'talentless' as Bukowski claims but I think he meant this as both serious critique and tongue and cheek.

This

by Charles Bukowski

self-congratulatory nonsense as the
famous gather to applaud their seeming
greatness

you
wonder where
the real ones are

what
giant cave
hides them

as
the deathly talentless
bow to
accolades

as
the fools are
fooled
again

you
wonder where