I propose a national holiday for drunks and poets on march ninth 2010, theanniversary of the death of charles bukowski in 1994.

actually it is part one of two parties, the second will be on his nintieth birthday in august.....
ive never created a national holiday before, but i am not making excuses..

THIS WILL BE THE BEST BUKOWSKI DAY EVER

i want flyers in shop windows,
"closed for bukowski day"

"at bar paying tribute"

"emulating by imitating"

on bukowski day
phone in sick
or, better yet, dont call your dead end job

maybe we can have bare knuckle fights in the allet to cap off the evening?
out of reverence
for saint bukowski
(tee shirts now available)

bukowski day is about mental freedom
reading and rereading him gave me a certain kind of mental programming
i learned job freedom from the master
there are better ways to make a buck than helping a capitalist fellate himself as he or she pursues thier filthy lucre in the grand old game of more
more greed
more
more

less is more
more naps
more sleeping late
more poetry of action,
make your life into a poem
good poems only repeat themself for artistic affect only

continuing to go to the same job, everyday makes your life a boring poem

fly and be free

my philosophy of work is that im not working,
im helping a friend

i work at the local bar on tuesday morning helping my friend tha bar owner who cant fill the shift
hes a good guy
he supports teh neighborhood drifters and hobos with handouts and little jobs and concern because hes a fine fellow
i try to make tuesdays my own at the little bar and have fun
i catch a free load when i wish one
we got cable and gamble on japanese gameshows

would i do it everyday?
NO WAY
that would be a job
i no hablo jobbo

i help quaker school kids with thier tennis
i work for the society of friends
helping friends with thier tennis problem
this almost approaches job status when i go in four times a week,
but its 2-3 hours
thats not a JOB!
2-3 hours is a fucking hobby

every now and then i put on a tuxedo and sling drinks for a caterer
that a job?
sometimes i work two days a week in thier busy season
can you call that a job?

no, thats oppurtunity knocking
easy momney for someone with my charm and wit
but you do that everyday and you become a vampire
out all night
doing coke
because people that drink also do drugs
shocker
and your livelihood changes the way you think
you hang in bars all thetime you become an alky or a hypocrite

40 hours a week behind a bar is good money but its a living hell
smiling at the regulars because you are a people person
helping them shoulder their regrets and sorrows
treating thier loneliness with pint glasses and jokes and fake cameraderie

distressed godesses on self loathing missions, sinking as low as they can
enjoying their personal bottom and slumming with you so they can feel as horrible as possible about themselves

every girls dream is to sleep with the bartender
thats why we give them free drinks when they flirt well
its the circle of death

they drink their glasses of poisons and kill a few million more braincells
and you have to act happy when they return
act happy to see them destroying themselves

"another glass of death now govnah?"

"ere's a proper glass of toxins for u matey"

"shall i bring the hearse around mate?"

"you liver still workin then laddie, lets see if this stops it"