Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Speaking of Bukowski

I have a friend from way back named Danielle whom I will always thank for introducing me to Bukowski's poetry.

One of many that I dig on, titled "rain"
a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending to be calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then there is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening, the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening.
there is something wrong with him,
isn't there?
he came to hear the
music.

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