really digging this old poem
and reading up on it gets the juices flowing
someone found these words in a closet somewhere
written in a vulgar hybrid toungue by "minor clerics"
rogue priests
early satire or profane truth?
all about luck, pain
universal timeless shit and then the composer carl orff makes it legendary/operatic
and hes an iteresting dude
teaching truths through the rhtymic intonation
an early precursor to Goebbels perhaps
early mind control techniques
the play is about luck, love drinking
all the hits
its charles bukowski does the middle ages
a sighting of saint charles in medieval times
and thats the name of my latest work
charles bukowski thru history
there will always be the drunken workman
my job is to find him in each epoch
then write the script for the scene by scene reimagining of the greatest movie of all time BARFLY
it opens in a bar
so we open in a bar, not in LA, but in the 1200's europe
at the bar is the drunken peasantMiddle ages bukoski relating to the dude who writes bibles all day
the two are macking on the same wench and the cleric winds up stealing medeval bukowskis style sppech patterns even as M.E. buke gets the gal
his illiteracy is of no import as the cleric has free time and pens and recognizes transcendental truths as they are spoken and he writes the true words of the drunken prophet
drunk truths being the most holy as they are spoken from the "spirits" world and fuck if there isnt something to calling them "spirits"
some people can handle spirits and the drunken muse
others cannot and become confused when inebriated, become burdens on society, on family, on the world
so as i was writing the screenplay for the worlds most intteresting movie i accidentally discovered a religion just sitting there
Bukowski-ism
And the second reading comes from another incarnation of bukowski
Catullus, ancient roman scribe and hedonist who sometimes "falls upon young mans buttocks"
in one translation and has all manner of bawdy fun at the beginning of the decline of the roman world...bukowski in this incarnation is a less developed soul, as he is rich...he is making his way up the ladder of drunken divinity..
towards nothingness, zenike las vegas tunnel dwelling bum dom
and reading up on it gets the juices flowing
someone found these words in a closet somewhere
written in a vulgar hybrid toungue by "minor clerics"
rogue priests
early satire or profane truth?
all about luck, pain
universal timeless shit and then the composer carl orff makes it legendary/operatic
and hes an iteresting dude
teaching truths through the rhtymic intonation
an early precursor to Goebbels perhaps
early mind control techniques
the play is about luck, love drinking
all the hits
its charles bukowski does the middle ages
a sighting of saint charles in medieval times
and thats the name of my latest work
charles bukowski thru history
there will always be the drunken workman
my job is to find him in each epoch
then write the script for the scene by scene reimagining of the greatest movie of all time BARFLY
it opens in a bar
so we open in a bar, not in LA, but in the 1200's europe
at the bar is the drunken peasantMiddle ages bukoski relating to the dude who writes bibles all day
the two are macking on the same wench and the cleric winds up stealing medeval bukowskis style sppech patterns even as M.E. buke gets the gal
his illiteracy is of no import as the cleric has free time and pens and recognizes transcendental truths as they are spoken and he writes the true words of the drunken prophet
drunk truths being the most holy as they are spoken from the "spirits" world and fuck if there isnt something to calling them "spirits"
some people can handle spirits and the drunken muse
others cannot and become confused when inebriated, become burdens on society, on family, on the world
so as i was writing the screenplay for the worlds most intteresting movie i accidentally discovered a religion just sitting there
Bukowski-ism
And the second reading comes from another incarnation of bukowski
Catullus, ancient roman scribe and hedonist who sometimes "falls upon young mans buttocks"
in one translation and has all manner of bawdy fun at the beginning of the decline of the roman world...bukowski in this incarnation is a less developed soul, as he is rich...he is making his way up the ladder of drunken divinity..
towards nothingness, zenike las vegas tunnel dwelling bum dom
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