Once more, before I move on and set my sights ahead, in loneliness I lift my hands up to you, you to whom I flee, to whom I, in the deepmost depth of my heart, solemnly consecrated altars so that ever your voice may summon me again. Deeply graved into those altars glows the phrase: To The Unknown God. I am his, although I have, until now, also lingered amid the unholy mob; I am his-and I feel the snares that pull me down in the struggle and, if I would flee, compel me yet into his service. I want to know you, Unknown One, Who reaches deep into my soul, Who roams through my life like a storm- You Unfathomable One, akin to me! I want to know you, even serve you.

I love this so much so beautiful

let go

I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neighborhood. his name was Eugene and he was bigger than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good. we fought all the time. I kept trying him but without much success. once we leaped off a garage roof together to prove our guts. I twisted my ankle and he came up clean as freshly-wrapped butter. I guess the only good thing he ever did for me was when the bee stung me while I was barefoot and while I sat down and pulled the stinger out he said, “I’ll get the son of a bitch!” and he did with a tennis racket plus a rubber hammer. it was all right they say they die anyway. my foot swelled up double-size and I stayed in bed praying for death and Eugene went on to become an Admiral or a Commander or something large in the United States Navy and he passed through one or two wars without injury. I imagine him an old man now in a rocking chair with his false teeth and glass of buttermilk... while drunk I fingerfuck this 19 year old groupie in bed with me. but the worst part is (like jumping off the garage roof) Eugene wins again because he’s not even thinking about me

I went with the two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them. $125 for a clock, $700 for 6 chairs. I stopped looking. the ladies moved about looking at everything, the ladies had class. I waved goodbye to one of the ladies and walked out. it was a Sunday and the bar wasn't much better, everybody was nervous and young and blonde and pale. I finished my drink and got 4 beers at the liquor store and sat in my car drinking them. upon finishing the 4th. beer the ladies came out. they asked me if I were all right. I told them that every experience meant something and that they had pulled me out of my usual murky current, it was quite all right. the one I knew best had bought a table with a marble top for $100. she owned her own business and was a civilized person. she was civilized enough to know a neighbor who had a van and while I sat in her apartment drinking 1974 Zeller Schwarze Katz they went down and got the table. later she wanted to know what I thought about the table and I said I thought it was all right, sometimes I lost one hundred dollars at the racetrack. we watched tv in bed and later that night I couldn't climax. I think it was because I was thinking about that marble table. I'm sure it was. I don't have any antique marble tables at my place, I never have any trouble at my place. sometimes but very seldom. I don't understand the whole antique business. it seems to be a giant con.

One of his best

one of my favorites

What a freak.…

we were in bed and she started to fight : "you son of a bitch! you just wait a minute, I'll get you!" I began laughing : "what's the matter? what's the matter?" "you son of a bitch!" she screamed. I held her hands as she squirmed. she was a couple of decades younger than I a health food freak. she was very strong. "you son of a bitch! I'll get you!" she screamed. I rolled on top of her with my 225 pounds and just layed it there on her. "uugg, oooo, my God, that's not fair, oooo, my God!" I rolled off and walked into the other room and sat on the couch. "I'll get you, you bastard," she said, "you just wait!" "just don't bite it off," I said, "or you'll make a half dozen women very unhappy." she climbed up on the headboard of my bed (it did have a flat though narrow surface) and sat perched there watching the news on tv. the tv faced the bedroom and it illuminated her as she sat up there on the headboard. "I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them." "be quiet," she said, "I want to watch the news!" "look," I said, "I'll . . . " "SHUSH!" she said. and there she was up on the headboard of my bed really watching the news. I accepted her that way.

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I’m back, always on the roundabout. I listen over and over again. Why do I always end up here?

That's my dads name 😭

Your shorts have literally kept me going. I want to thank you, ive not seen you upload in a while. Wish you the best and hope you know your work helped some of us. Hope to see u around Mr. Parable, thank you

Dude idk how else too say thank you for this video u made 9 years ago. This peice of literature is so beatiful that I still come back after 4 years of listening too this video.

This is so amazing. So glad you still put up videos

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Beautifully read. Thank you very much!

Looks like this is a make believe video.

i love this man

I've been walking down that hallway on my hands and knees since the day I was born ‐ I'll be 58 this year, how much can a koala bear?

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Bukowski would have hated the piano

Where do you get your photos from?

wow

this one is soo good

I just want to have one more cup of coffee with her. Even if it's stale.

what do your outros mean? jeremy ward?

I always come backa and listen to your bukowski uploads, tysm for them. SO underrated. I love your format

I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further. she gets up. this is it, she says, this will do. well, I'm going. I get up and walk her to the door just as she leaves she says, I want you to buy me some high-heeled shoes with tall thin spikes, black high-heeled shoes. no, I want them red. I watch her walk down the cement walk under the trees she walks all right and as the pointsettas drip in the sun I close the door

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I'm Grateful I found this. Thanks Hank x

1985. We are at war gentlemen

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity. invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you. reinvigorate yourself and accept what is but only on the terms that you have invented and reinvented. be self-taught. and reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and its history and the present belong only to you.

I lost my partner one year ago. We spent seven beautiful years together and I am still broken. I found your reading of this poem about a month or so ago and have listened to it just about every day since. It helps, thank you.

Hii (2024)

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bruh.. I thought it said my name at the beginning. what a trip lol. Love the video you've made to this amazing poem!

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This was the first Bukowski book that I read. Around '91 or so. A girlfriend would bring me little gifts, A Bukowski book, a Tom Waits record, other things, probably stolen from some other dude. She was the most beautiful woman that I ever got near. Cheers Laura

P.s. Briefly looking at some of the other comments posted here; F.Y.I. Charles bukowski passed away,in 1995...

I.e; nothing.

The only thing that actually changes,for us unskilled proletariat? The progression of calenders,of years and of time...

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Love your readings of Richard Siken! Your voice is incredibly smooth and enjoyable to listen to. ❤

Old Buk cracked the code on women...we know they're not all the same...just so similar 99% of the time.

drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the students that the thing to do is not to try. but when the women aren’t around and the horses aren’t running what else is there to do? I’ve had a couple of sexual fantasies had lunch out mailed three letters been to the grocery store. nothing on tv. the telephone is quiet. I’ve run dental floss between my teeth. it won’t rain and I listen to the early arrivals from the 8 hour day as they drive in and park their cars behind the apartment next door. I sit drinking German beer and trying to come up with the big one and I’m not going to make it. I’m just going to keep drinking more and more German beer and rolling smokes and by 11 p.m. I’ll be spread out on the unmade bed face up asleep under the electric light still waiting on the immortal poem.

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted Maltese cross hanging from the mirror. rubber floormat twisted under the pedals. 20 m.p.g. good old TRV 491 the faithful love of a man, the way I put her into second while taking a corner the way she could dig from a signal with any other around. the way we conquered large and small spaces rain sun smog hostility the crush of things. I came out of last Thursday night’s fights at the Olympic and my 1967 Volks was gone with another lover to another place. the fights had been good. I called a cab at a Standard station and sat eating a jelly doughnut with coffee in a cafe and waited, and I knew that if I found the man who stole her I would kill him. the cab came. I waved to the driver, paid for the coffee and doughnut, got out into the night, got in, and told him, “Hollywood and Western,” and that particular night was just about over.