"We are born into this sorrowfull deadliness" Great truth most people cant admit and deal with. Also love this quote "made crazy and sick by this"
@julieswiss13 күн бұрын
I couldn't disagree more.
@shaneoconwell29455 күн бұрын
I just lost everything. Again. I'm so heartbroken and blinded by my own anxiety and depression. I've lost everyone I've ever loved bc I can't fix myself. I've tried antidepressants, therapy and exercise. I can only beat it for a little bit, but it always comes back.
@singingwind9774 күн бұрын
I'll work with you
@DesertThunderDownUnder7 күн бұрын
Bukowski, LEGEND! 📚📖🫡
@bigcatproductions278910 күн бұрын
🤯🤯 Drop the Big One Already ! 💀☠️🤯🥀🥀🥀🥀
@Levantine_boy11 күн бұрын
This reminds me of a man sitting in an unsalted world beyond the mountains where all are respected and none are affected by the violence we throw at each other. Yet this peace feels slightly foreign - almost crazy- and somehow euphoric. A feeling of greater purpose unfolds with the menu before him; a world he feels like he belongs in, but does not deserve. A man that must remain unfeeling, unaffected and all masculine; or so, he believed before he reached that lone diner in the mountains.
@muhammadyasirali892714 күн бұрын
Bukowsky and Satie go so well together. Tom O' Bedlam sound so much like Bukowski... Its like listening to Bukowski in his voice.
@guidofaria672115 күн бұрын
Who is Tom O'Bedlam? Is it an imaginary character? Where can I get more info on him? Anybody? Thanks
@user-eo4bs3vs8m16 күн бұрын
Kinda childish and not meaningful
@tonyjeymes978617 күн бұрын
Very dark very sad but very true .
@kzrlgo19 күн бұрын
Wow how can you put this crappy music over a poem?
@khamodaz20 күн бұрын
complete rubbish
@Lili-Benovent23 күн бұрын
More garbage from the Master of dismal depression, if you think this is good poetry, or even poetry at all then you're easily pleased.
@escanor11311 күн бұрын
I think a good poet is able to put a feeling into words, and this poem does a good job of that, that feeling of fatigue from redundant days And even if you don’t like it, it’s a stretch to call it garbage, i think you’re just exaggerating your criticism since you believe bukowski is overrated
@Lili-Benovent11 күн бұрын
@@escanor113 First up, Bukowski never wrote even one piece of poetry, poetry has rhyme, rhythm and a story or a moral that's easily comprehended, all of Bukowski's work consists of his addled thinking, mostly under the influence of alcohol, he tells simple stories which might, or might not appeal to different readers, it's all subjective and what you might see as profound won't mean anything to others. Then there is the snob appeal in pretending to understand his bland and silly utterances, 'Oh I prefer a chablis to a burgundy and this little drop has a pleasant personality with just a pleasing touch of tanin" OR "I really see the deep meaning behind this abstract painting by Dali and isn't Picasso brilliant" Strange utterances attract the Sophists like ants to honey, so it is with Bukowski.
@Joe-mk2pj5 күн бұрын
How dare you say that you yourself are garbage
@Lili-Benovent5 күн бұрын
@@Joe-mk2pj I didn't say that Bukowski was garbage, I said that the dismal drivel he wrote is garbage, read poetry by renowned poets and you'll see what I mean.
@andrewwaggoner614023 күн бұрын
... beautiful. but damn 65, 66 thats not really that old is it?
@nobeoddy16645 күн бұрын
indeed
@Werebat25 күн бұрын
I gave this poem to my wife when we married. It speaks to me of our first year together, where I did not feel ready to commit and planned from early on to end things after a year. She was the waitress who was unlike the women I had known, or maybe she was the entire cafe. When the time came - I really wrestled with it, because while I had really enjoyed our time together, I felt like I had made a promise to myself. But in the end, after we talked it out, she somehow told me exactly what I needed to hear - and so I did not get back on that bus. That was over 20 years ago, now. 20 wonderful years, and three more wonderful kids. I listen to this poem sometimes - usually the Tom Waits version - and shudder a bit, thinking of how close I came to getting back on that bus to… somewhere. Thank God I did not.
@abhishekthakur903627 күн бұрын
Once again a dumb supposed German school boy moving to America and doing wonders
@jareddudley4380Ай бұрын
A perfect recipe for Nirvana is pure, silencing, serene mountain snow. The "cut loose from purpose" enabled his perception of simple, magical, "unaffected" beauty. The waitresses natural humor, the not so crazy fry cook producing a particularly good meal, clean pleasant laughs from the dishwasher.
@rajatbashistha9801Ай бұрын
You are a deity, to whom I pray everyday. You're all what I had in me. You're a gift to me from God himself. I had planned to go grey with you. I never want to let you go. I just want you for myself. Time has made me it's victim making me a dying light. The light that has tried to show you all the thorns put on your way. I know you've always loved me, but remember that I still love you the same. I wish I could fill this void in my heart. I wish I could keep you with me. If I could tell you I would let you know. I love you babe. Aaru ❤️🍎kzread.info/dash/bejne/eKx1qcFqYbPgc84.htmlsi=9mamwlAeNGAvxlYE , more are there
@romanastrasheim5226Ай бұрын
❤Thank you my dear friend. 🙏⚘
@LuisFlores-mc2tcАй бұрын
We are not good to each other because we are only human. We have limited time, energy, decisions, and resources. Because of these axioms and the system we live in things will not get better.
@Disfiguring_DCАй бұрын
This got me man.
@OrganicHoneyCrispАй бұрын
What the….
@CJBradleyАй бұрын
Life sometimes feels like humanity has nowhere to go from here, like we are sliding slowly down and out of view of everything else in the universe and that when it does no one will care, at least not in this tiny place we call home, this speck of dust in an endless sprawl of elements and space. Nothing really matters, nothing at all if we can't beleive in anything.
@creativityliveАй бұрын
Poetry can love, hate, heal and destroy, hurt and rejoice and always does it beautifully
@RocketshipSailsАй бұрын
I made a poem album if anyone wants to listen, it’s called “A Sound, Serene” on my channel.
@APL314159265Ай бұрын
Rediscovering Bukowski at this time is probably the worst thing I could have done. The melancholy, the stark sadness just speed up the cycle of loss and depression. As my candle flickers and gutters, the wax nearly just a pool, the wick black and twisted, writhing in it's final moments. I have made so many mistakes, missed so many cues, I face the inevitable alone. I have not spoken to another human for so long I wonder if my voice even makes sounds. I can hear it in my head, but if there were someone else here, would they hear it?
@g.colemanАй бұрын
Listen to the man Alex ~ Fools Rush In
@FeelinFineFeelinFancАй бұрын
When a person has a disease there is nothing that can be done, I told you so
@vieraveiraАй бұрын
Isn't it more liberating to write when you know that it will never be read, it will never be judge and that you can keep it your own forever..
@Here5432Ай бұрын
But they dont want to die like that i know thats true it just so hard sometimes to not be trapped
@Here5432Ай бұрын
Jesus christ its such good writing and images it makes you feel ok with whats happening as you head towards death but its like someome rubbing your head as you fall asleep and everything you forgot may come to you (usually bad) but its good to feel it i think, life to live i believe
@brandonmckinney4768Ай бұрын
Charles saw the hate in the world… and rote it through what it was…it’s not nonsense it’s truth…
@brandonmckinney4768Ай бұрын
Would this world be the same if they could understand the righters view?
@mustangirl04Ай бұрын
💛
@TunderbАй бұрын
The music is really annoying.
@pierrethuresson2754Ай бұрын
I can´t belive it... This is the stuff that would give a man the nobel price in litteratur. But what do we get?
@vieraveiraАй бұрын
This is the first time I find a video fit so smoothly with a Charles Bukowsky poem. Great work!
@vlachynaАй бұрын
“To masses which elevate fools in to rich heroes” Ch. B.
@eleghariАй бұрын
"Just look at us. Everything is backwards, everything is upside down. Doctors destroy health, lawyers destroy justice, psychiatrists destroy minds, scientists destroy truth, major media destroys information, religions destroy spirituality and governments destroy freedom." -- Michael Ellner
@eleghariАй бұрын
“The masses have never thirsted after truth. They turn aside from evidence that is not to their taste, preferring to deify error, if error seduce them. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master; whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim.” (Gustave Le Bon, 2009, A standard English translation of the work originally published in 1895 in France as La psychologie des foules).
@eleghariАй бұрын
A fan of Snordster, so obviously became an instant fan of you! Glad this showed up in my YT suggestions...finally!
@jimw.4161Ай бұрын
Brilliant! But a Charles Bukowski poem just isn't a Charles Bukowski poem without the magnificent voice of Tom o'Bedlam. 👍
@jackgunningАй бұрын
how do we interpret his final line?
@jimw.4161Ай бұрын
The poet laureate for the common man. The man was a genius with a unique point of view - an a unique way of expressing it. He also had a profound understanding of human nature.
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I feel like I’m 76
................. If ‼️ 🫒🌍🕊
One of his best... and disturbingly prophetic.
My muse Charles where can I get this soundtrack
❤
"We are born into this sorrowfull deadliness" Great truth most people cant admit and deal with. Also love this quote "made crazy and sick by this"
I couldn't disagree more.
I just lost everything. Again. I'm so heartbroken and blinded by my own anxiety and depression. I've lost everyone I've ever loved bc I can't fix myself. I've tried antidepressants, therapy and exercise. I can only beat it for a little bit, but it always comes back.
I'll work with you
Bukowski, LEGEND! 📚📖🫡
🤯🤯 Drop the Big One Already ! 💀☠️🤯🥀🥀🥀🥀
This reminds me of a man sitting in an unsalted world beyond the mountains where all are respected and none are affected by the violence we throw at each other. Yet this peace feels slightly foreign - almost crazy- and somehow euphoric. A feeling of greater purpose unfolds with the menu before him; a world he feels like he belongs in, but does not deserve. A man that must remain unfeeling, unaffected and all masculine; or so, he believed before he reached that lone diner in the mountains.
Bukowsky and Satie go so well together. Tom O' Bedlam sound so much like Bukowski... Its like listening to Bukowski in his voice.
Who is Tom O'Bedlam? Is it an imaginary character? Where can I get more info on him? Anybody? Thanks
Kinda childish and not meaningful
Very dark very sad but very true .
Wow how can you put this crappy music over a poem?
complete rubbish
More garbage from the Master of dismal depression, if you think this is good poetry, or even poetry at all then you're easily pleased.
I think a good poet is able to put a feeling into words, and this poem does a good job of that, that feeling of fatigue from redundant days And even if you don’t like it, it’s a stretch to call it garbage, i think you’re just exaggerating your criticism since you believe bukowski is overrated
@@escanor113 First up, Bukowski never wrote even one piece of poetry, poetry has rhyme, rhythm and a story or a moral that's easily comprehended, all of Bukowski's work consists of his addled thinking, mostly under the influence of alcohol, he tells simple stories which might, or might not appeal to different readers, it's all subjective and what you might see as profound won't mean anything to others. Then there is the snob appeal in pretending to understand his bland and silly utterances, 'Oh I prefer a chablis to a burgundy and this little drop has a pleasant personality with just a pleasing touch of tanin" OR "I really see the deep meaning behind this abstract painting by Dali and isn't Picasso brilliant" Strange utterances attract the Sophists like ants to honey, so it is with Bukowski.
How dare you say that you yourself are garbage
@@Joe-mk2pj I didn't say that Bukowski was garbage, I said that the dismal drivel he wrote is garbage, read poetry by renowned poets and you'll see what I mean.
... beautiful. but damn 65, 66 thats not really that old is it?
indeed
I gave this poem to my wife when we married. It speaks to me of our first year together, where I did not feel ready to commit and planned from early on to end things after a year. She was the waitress who was unlike the women I had known, or maybe she was the entire cafe. When the time came - I really wrestled with it, because while I had really enjoyed our time together, I felt like I had made a promise to myself. But in the end, after we talked it out, she somehow told me exactly what I needed to hear - and so I did not get back on that bus. That was over 20 years ago, now. 20 wonderful years, and three more wonderful kids. I listen to this poem sometimes - usually the Tom Waits version - and shudder a bit, thinking of how close I came to getting back on that bus to… somewhere. Thank God I did not.
Once again a dumb supposed German school boy moving to America and doing wonders
A perfect recipe for Nirvana is pure, silencing, serene mountain snow. The "cut loose from purpose" enabled his perception of simple, magical, "unaffected" beauty. The waitresses natural humor, the not so crazy fry cook producing a particularly good meal, clean pleasant laughs from the dishwasher.
You are a deity, to whom I pray everyday. You're all what I had in me. You're a gift to me from God himself. I had planned to go grey with you. I never want to let you go. I just want you for myself. Time has made me it's victim making me a dying light. The light that has tried to show you all the thorns put on your way. I know you've always loved me, but remember that I still love you the same. I wish I could fill this void in my heart. I wish I could keep you with me. If I could tell you I would let you know. I love you babe. Aaru ❤️🍎kzread.info/dash/bejne/eKx1qcFqYbPgc84.htmlsi=9mamwlAeNGAvxlYE , more are there
❤Thank you my dear friend. 🙏⚘
We are not good to each other because we are only human. We have limited time, energy, decisions, and resources. Because of these axioms and the system we live in things will not get better.
This got me man.
What the….
Life sometimes feels like humanity has nowhere to go from here, like we are sliding slowly down and out of view of everything else in the universe and that when it does no one will care, at least not in this tiny place we call home, this speck of dust in an endless sprawl of elements and space. Nothing really matters, nothing at all if we can't beleive in anything.
Poetry can love, hate, heal and destroy, hurt and rejoice and always does it beautifully
I made a poem album if anyone wants to listen, it’s called “A Sound, Serene” on my channel.
Rediscovering Bukowski at this time is probably the worst thing I could have done. The melancholy, the stark sadness just speed up the cycle of loss and depression. As my candle flickers and gutters, the wax nearly just a pool, the wick black and twisted, writhing in it's final moments. I have made so many mistakes, missed so many cues, I face the inevitable alone. I have not spoken to another human for so long I wonder if my voice even makes sounds. I can hear it in my head, but if there were someone else here, would they hear it?
Listen to the man Alex ~ Fools Rush In
When a person has a disease there is nothing that can be done, I told you so
Isn't it more liberating to write when you know that it will never be read, it will never be judge and that you can keep it your own forever..
But they dont want to die like that i know thats true it just so hard sometimes to not be trapped
Jesus christ its such good writing and images it makes you feel ok with whats happening as you head towards death but its like someome rubbing your head as you fall asleep and everything you forgot may come to you (usually bad) but its good to feel it i think, life to live i believe
Charles saw the hate in the world… and rote it through what it was…it’s not nonsense it’s truth…
Would this world be the same if they could understand the righters view?
💛
The music is really annoying.
I can´t belive it... This is the stuff that would give a man the nobel price in litteratur. But what do we get?
This is the first time I find a video fit so smoothly with a Charles Bukowsky poem. Great work!
“To masses which elevate fools in to rich heroes” Ch. B.
"Just look at us. Everything is backwards, everything is upside down. Doctors destroy health, lawyers destroy justice, psychiatrists destroy minds, scientists destroy truth, major media destroys information, religions destroy spirituality and governments destroy freedom." -- Michael Ellner
“The masses have never thirsted after truth. They turn aside from evidence that is not to their taste, preferring to deify error, if error seduce them. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master; whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim.” (Gustave Le Bon, 2009, A standard English translation of the work originally published in 1895 in France as La psychologie des foules).
A fan of Snordster, so obviously became an instant fan of you! Glad this showed up in my YT suggestions...finally!
Brilliant! But a Charles Bukowski poem just isn't a Charles Bukowski poem without the magnificent voice of Tom o'Bedlam. 👍
how do we interpret his final line?
The poet laureate for the common man. The man was a genius with a unique point of view - an a unique way of expressing it. He also had a profound understanding of human nature.
𝑮𝒖𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒋𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒏