Charles Bukowski - We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain

/ brianhaggerty1
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain
Charles Bukowski
Uncensored From The Run With The Hunted Session

[@poem]

💕“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.” - Charles Bukowski💕

[@MondoReyTV1]

everybody goes crazy, for many though it's just a more bland and mundane version of it

[@francisfrain6385]

He paints a picture with his words and takes you back in time and you can really feel what he was feeling then and when he was a kid. Amazing writing.

[@lambjack1]

Love his real voice as apposed to the voice actor.

[@oldpondfrog788]

Ilneus or wtf he calls himself drove me back to the books. honest to goodness paper, with a smell and memories and the pretentiousness bound tight.

[@scaredfolks5923]

Christian Baskous is a great narrator in my opinion. Of course it’s not as cool as Buk himself, but Baskous was the best person for the job.

[@RhodokTribesman]

@@oldpondfrog788 Haha, if you're pretentious about Bukowski, you haven't been reading enough Bukowski

[@baronsaturday9529]

Yeah, I love his voice. YT's got lots of great poetry!

[@Zeal808]

Hell yeah

[@STARRANISE-yb4nb]

Such a raw and disturbed thinker with brilliant accuracy.. Stunning he is!

[@j.cbarajas8988]

Get a load of this clown

[@archesworn377]

@Goggle products what in the fuck are you on about?

[@samencammen]

Try it, this is art. It is BIM BIM BIM

[@kingmekrillinme4831]

Best fucking comment

[@kingmekrillinme4831]

That was a great interview!

[@robsmalls9656]

I bought this 2CD set at a 9th street bookstore in Manhattan's east village many years ago when BUKOWSKI recordings were hard to find. I had read all his books but never heard his voice. It felt like I struck gold! It was recorded at his home shortly before his death. Disc 1 is shorter poems and Disc 2 is longer stuff including him reading from the 1st few pages of his novel HAM ON RYE. BUKOWSKI was one of a short list of artists who changed my life in a profound way. RIP. BUK.

[@lobotomyscam1051]

I got a Charles Manson CD from there; It was a first pressing that is worth way more than the $7 I paid.

[@robertafierro5592]

Hold on to those records! They are priceless..

[@Getouttamyfaceatgmaildotcom]

You aint a kiddin. Id pay a kings ransom to have that physical copy ​@@robertafierro5592

[@bobwhite5990]

Would love to still have him around to hear his perspective of this shit show we live in now.

[@aiancestor]

yes indeed

[@martinwarner1178]

@@aiancestor Now that is a great thought. We could run a competition on this. See who got voted the closest. Peace brother.

[@marknewton6984]

He wouldn't like it.

[@Yungknown]

@@marknewton6984he wouldn’t want to be around for it lol I can already hear him yelling “put me back in the ground!”

[@enricod.manildo3646]

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the rains of the depression era. there wasn't any money but there was plenty of rain. it wouldn't rain for just a night or a day, it would RAIN for 7 days and 7 nights and in Los Angeles the storm drains weren't built to carry off taht much water and the rain came down THICK and MEAN and STEADY and you HEARD it banging against the roofs and into the ground waterfalls of it came down from roofs and there was HAIL big ROCKS OF ICE bombing exploding smashing into things and the rain just wouldn't STOP and all the roofs leaked- dishpans, cooking pots were placed all about; they dripped loudly and had to be emptied again and again. the rain came up over the street curbings, across the lawns, climbed up the steps and entered the houses. there were mops and bathroom towels, and the rain often came up through the toilets:bubbling, brown, crazy,whirling, and all the old cars stood in the streets, cars that had problems starting on a sunny day, and the jobless men stood looking out the windows at the old machines dying like living things out there. the jobless men, failures in a failing time were imprisoned in their houses with their wives and children and their pets. the pets refused to go out and left their waste in strange places. the jobless men went mad confined with their once beautiful wives. there were terrible arguments as notices of foreclosure fell into the mailbox. rain and hail, cans of beans, bread without butter;fried eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs; peanut butter sandwiches, and an invisible chicken in every pot. my father, never a good man at best, beat my mother when it rained as I threw myself between them, the legs, the knees, the screams until they seperated. "I'll kill you," I screamed at him. "You hit her again and I'll kill you!" "Get that son-of-a-bitching kid out of here!" "no, Henry, you stay with your mother!" all the households were under seige but I believe that ours held more terror than the average. and at night as we attempted to sleep the rains still came down and it was in bed in the dark watching the moon against the scarred window so bravely holding out most of the rain, I thought of Noah and the Ark and I thought, it has come again. we all thought that. and then, at once, it would stop. and it always seemed to stop around 5 or 6 a.m., peaceful then, but not an exact silence because things continued to drip drip drip and there was no smog then and by 8 a.m. there was a blazing yellow sunlight, Van Gogh yellow- crazy, blinding! and then the roof drains relieved of the rush of water began to expand in the warmth: PANG!PANG!PANG! and everybody got up and looked outside and there were all the lawns still soaked greener than green will ever be and there were birds on the lawn CHIRPING like mad, they hadn't eaten decently for 7 days and 7 nights and they were weary of berries and they waited as the worms rose to the top, half drowned worms. the birds plucked them up and gobbled them down;there were blackbirds and sparrows. the blackbirds tried to drive the sparrows off but the sparrows, maddened with hunger, smaller and quicker, got their due. the men stood on their porches smoking cigarettes, now knowing they'd have to go out there to look for that job that probably wasn't there, to start that car that probably wouldn't start. and the once beautiful wives stood in their bathrooms combing their hair, applying makeup, trying to put their world back together again, trying to forget that awful sadness that gripped them, wondering what they could fix for breakfast. and on the radio we were told that school was now open. and soon there I was on the way to school, massive puddles in the street, the sun like a new world, my parents back in that house, I arrived at my classroom on time. Mrs. Sorenson greeted us with, "we won't have our usual recess, the grounds are too wet." "AW!" most of the boys went. "but we are going to do something special at recess," she went on, "and it will be fun!" well, we all wondered what that would be and the two hour wait seemed a long time as Mrs.Sorenson went about teaching her lessons. I looked at the little girls, they looked so pretty and clean and alert, they sat still and straight and their hair was beautiful in the California sunshine. the the recess bells rang and we all waited for the fun. then Mrs. Sorenson told us: "now, what we are going to do is we are going to tell each other what we did during the rainstorm! we'll begin in the front row and go right around! now, Michael, you're first!. . ." well, we all began to tell our stories, Michael began and it went on and on, and soon we realized that we were all lying, not exactly lying but mostly lying and some of the boys began to snicker and some of the girls began to give them dirty looks and Mrs.Sorenson said, "all right! I demand a modicum of silence here! I am interested in what you did during the rainstorm even if you aren't!" so we had to tell our stories and they were stories. one girl said that when the rainbow first came she saw God's face at the end of it. only she didn't say which end. one boy said he stuck his fishing pole out the window and caught a little fish and fed it to his cat. almost everybody told a lie. the truth was just too awful and embarassing to tell. then the bell rang and recess was over. "thank you," said Mrs. Sorenson, "that was very nice. and tomorrow the grounds will be dry and we will put them to use again." most of the boys cheered and the little girls sat very straight and still, looking so pretty and clean and alert, their hair beautiful in a sunshine that the world might never see again. and

[@yogeshtak9223]

Scrolled down just looking for this. Thank you. :-)

[@enricod.manildo3646]

@@yogeshtak9223 duty

[@adityanambyar7]

Thank you!

[@mkk9211]

Thanks

[@jiggersotoole7823]

Merci

[@highlandpaddy2756]

"greener than green will ever be." now that's writing.

[@openyourlies]

Brilliant listen, very rare to not hear a crowd or somebody interrupt him.

[@MarkAndrews71565]

I remember those days. He is 100% correct. It doesn't rain like it used to.

[@jag0937eb]

This is so good. I don't care for poetry at all, but this...

[@flaman1967]

I love how he reads poetry and his stories are fascinating.

[@Breannrosso]

this is some rare, rare shit my friend. i am currently cutting some of his readings into a live project and this is a recording i lost....

[@Getouttamyfaceatgmaildotcom]

God bless you sir! I hope it came to pass

[@PaulOMahony]

We had rain for more than 7 days and nights in Cork Ireland. So this poem felt relevant to me. I'd audio recorded my version of it - and then I came across this. Bukowski tells his story so many times better than I could ever do. Thanks Brian - I love this

[@johannamix966]

Paul O'Mahony greetings my grandad Powell was from cobh

[@swolemoth]

I can't believe this even has one dislike, this is poetry yes, but its also history. Magnificent

[@starladear9513]

One of the saddest things I have ever heard. Thank you for this.

[@finn6492]

it's not sad, it's life

[@samrat447]

Holy Shit!! It started to rain outside!!!

[@TysonWelchlin]

Awesome post. I love artists that struggle because we find something we relate to that brings unification. RIP Henry. The "underdog" keeps the world running. peace and love. ty

[@oingoboingo1720]

Henry?

[@robertocollo2890]

Joris Katz henry chinaski

[@gordonm.7387]

The ice will fall soon. Then fire from God. And we will scream. But God will not comfort us.

[@stacyblue1980]

in North Carolina. We are supposed to get inches of rain! I just so happened to come back to this. I applaud the rain! I hope for it! Im a wee girl again praying for it. We gotta have it. Its beautiful and I love it. Cmon rain!

[@antpoo]

It doesn’t rain near as much as I remember when I was younger either. But I’ve noticed this for quite awhile now. It’s true though, the first couple of rainy days are great, but then it really starts to get at you cos your clothes won’t dry, your towels won’t dry, solar heating doesn’t work.

[@controlaltdelete4165]

Solar heating, a foreign concept to bukowski

[@gypsylee73]

Thank you. I love Bukowski so much ❤️👍✌️🇦🇺

[@paulamitchell1653]

Rain…. Water is powerful and so was this poem…

[@skumsters2323]

Love this man!!

[@bya22666]

10:05 love the bit where he talks to his cats

[@anuragverma6294]

Best poem to read/listen in global lockdowns.

[@patricleslie7596]

Best poet to read in a global lockdown.

[@Getouttamyfaceatgmaildotcom]

Best friend to read to me in the darkest of times when I needed him the most. "He took me and lifted me up and dropped me off in a better place"- from CHB "Doestyvsky:

[@ALLCAPS]

:") so beautiful

[@ericgeorgescu3391]

Rain will be worth more than gold one day. But right now it only brings misery to my days

[@princeofdenmark9142]

It gets the better of me, in hope.

[@lambjack1]

God Bless Buks

[@honestpat7789]

Loved this section in Ham on Rye

[@jonasking9587]

Like a vivisection of my childhood.

[@futureshock7425]

Sounds like and an ode to...T.S. Eliot , wonderful An invisible chicken in every pot Greener than green will ever be

[@robertafierro5592]

Yes! Same with Burroughs!! I said that in my comment on Junky Christmas, the claymation Gem.

[@libornovotny9637]

I Love Bills "junky christmas" too! Really a gem...

[@jennifers6435]

Timely

[@pobehlicaCaptava]

🍺Hank is King of the World🥃🍷🍻

[@kingmekrillinme4831]

👑

[@kingmekrillinme4831]

Yes.

[@richardcollier1912]

If I had three choices, I would either be Diogenes, Alexander, or Henry.

[@patrickwatrin5093]

🎉 lmao hell Diogenes would want to be Diogenes

[@thomasdecato9786]

My god he described my house, must be why I love this guy my two favorite poets Robert Frost and Hank, One the man I wish I could be instead of being like Hank.

[@user-rk4nx1dx1l]

If you think 7 days of rain is too much, try 6mnths here in Wales !

[@apexxxx10]

Kiitos

[@panatypical]

Lived in SoCal most of my life, late 1950s on. Not that much rain, and the long term engineered drought. How I'd LOVE to have 7 days of nonstop rain. You can do everything in it. The world is yours. What's wrong with people? Especially if you're Northern European, it's your natural weather.

[@patricleslie7596]

Do you actually believe this poem is about the rain? I suggest you read it again.

[@dannyho6786]

you can do everthing in it ? WHATja does THAT even mean ?

[@brasero20000]

Where is it take from ? Is there a long version with plenty of poems ?

[@Juan_Hernandez_Jr.]

Insert "Covid-19" and this applies to today.

[@isaross2710]

I miss my friends since becoming ill and often wander if we will ever see each other again. now I'm steaming get off my radar they are not my friends on the telepaphone. loosing my mind and I don't care anymore thought it was something to save but it isn't. don't worry about me i still have my spirit.

[@jasoncoker1625]

❤

[@bloodtimer]

Know where I could find the full session?

[@saketsharan7414]

This is fucking genius

[@raststattewoman.6178]

[@SlapClubBrian]

It's not Bukowski unless Bukowski is reading it

[@stellaercolani3810]

Coiled barbed memories bubble up through the prison bars of hate and rot...

[@noklarok]

after my gran died it rained for a month

[@nanny287]

Wouldn’t you love to hear his current commentary on this prophetic prose during this time with increasing poverty and global warming…I would. ..His silent voice is clearly missed.

[@nickwiles3071]

8:50 in. You can hear a womanly voice trying to "manage" him. Like blackened fire mittens, claiming godliness! Like talking a jumper down from the roof tiles, only to glow brightest before the swiftly turning lime-light. Me! Me! wot about me?! Wiv all I've put up wiv, ova tha' years an' all, you don't know 'im like I DO !... lol "Smoke me a badger!, I'll be back for Kipper-time!"

[@kh7955]

The fuck are you talking about?

[@lastnamefirst4035]

It was just Linda

[@petrithalili7253]

Its like a little story

[@isaross2710]

screaming not steaming.

[@mysterfrosty]

Sound familiar?

[@Superior1995Rex]

Lol there was a 3-6 years long drought during the great depression, which turned the plain field states (Texas, Arkansas and especially Oklahoma) into "Dust holes"

[@kentborges5114]

I am working on my impersonation of him...VERY DIFFICULT. Chuck was OOAK.

[@pimp8eightball8]

Don't do it

[@petechuculate480]

True so far as I can tell &&^》

[@zeromathematics]

sheesh

[@josephsonoftheuniverse5541]

119

[@Reymundodonsayo]

Still a performance

[@SHUX-A7-13]

“Nasty shit..”

[@omegalgo297]

Is today.....worst???!!!

[@KREN12623]

🕊️🪷🕊️

[@GoodAttitudesServices]

I've been in Seattle when it rained 90 days straight . Funny when bukowski said rain for 7 days straight.ha ha ha ha ha

[@michaellangley3877]

Darrell Grey one is a tropical rain forest and the other is a sea level beach front city.

[@jackgbowman6688]

California has less and less, the pattern of rainy seasons no more, rare mostly drought.

[@perrytornado]

In the years 2024, '25, '26, '27, we'll have money, unlimited capital and it will come like heavy rainfall/

[@OlymPigs2010]

Charles Bukowski's Ghettoes are Soothing in their Commiserations...but They're Not One Bit Inspiring or Uplifting!

[@aeoteroa818]

I don't think he cared about inspiring or uplifting, only making you think

[@TaylorJones-vj2jh]

The poem is about war, not rain but bombs

[@stacyblue1980]

How do you know that? Maybe the rain is a metaphor for pain. Blues. Hardships. But why analyze? Maybe it is just about rain. Maybe its about the Depression.

[@christopherbloor3901]

He was a realist poet, so I doubt it means that. It just means what he says it is.

[@tommyconancoates7097]

@@christopherbloor3901 exactly!!! Right on.

[@jide2946]

It means what it mean, pick your beans

[@patricleslie7596]

@@stacyblue1980 maybe both and more, just maybe.

[@m.oldani]

Its weird man.

[@bingerz237]

A fat set of thighs

[@ruthtruthie5768]

t^ realove a s m r

[@jaredbond7908]

I like him as a person, but I still don't understand the appeal of stories or poems.

[@kristinebyrne9938]

A weak poem

[@eastwoofer]

this is one of the best poems ever written. ever. by anyone on any planet. there, intergalactic balance restored.

[@Ifoughtpiranhas]

A weak criticism, by a weak mind that surely doesn't appreciate the art of observance.

[@nourishmentgamereviewsandv1601]

Fucking troll, what the hell would you know about poetry? This is a master thinking back on the depression that ruined so many peoples lives. He is pouring his heart out recalling all those horrible days of never knowing when the next horrible act would take place due to the poverty. Something you must know nothing about.

[@xyzllii]

Nourishment he's merely talking ...thru his whiskey bottle here. He has written some better stuff...As for you...better in life to debate than to start swearing at people who have ideas outside of your own..and whom you do not know a thing about.....no wonder YOU are depressed...calm down ...stop attacking...reflect on life more.

[@nourishmentgamereviewsandv1601]

A negative opinion is always unwelcome. Next time you find yourself somewhere you don't like, just move on with your life. No need to leave a trolling comment that isn't even funny, merely weak. As for the swearing, I meant no disrespect, I was talking thru a bottle.

[@Getouttamyfaceatgmaildotcom]

God bless CHB, I know damn good and well that I'm not the only one he got thru some dark times. Share this great contemporary with all your friends and family. We need more Bukowski no matter what he said 😊