I love Charles
Bukowski’s precision within his word choice. He is able to draw a lot of
meaning from his small amount of text used. Additionally, Bukowski does a great
job of stringing his words together. Each word, whether large are small, serves
a purpose within his text, and captivate the reader’s attention.
I’ve come to
think that Bukowski presents fairly simple topics throughout his poetry. Rather
than overcrowding the reader’s head with various metaphorical waste, Bukowski
keeps it simple and precisely eludes to his point via small groups of few words
arranged together.
I thoroughly
enjoy this ending to “Be Kind” he has utilized:
“age
is no crime //
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life // among so
many
deliberately
wasted
lives
// is.”
From
this ending to his poem, I feel as though I have been left with a piece of
wisdom: One’s never too old to start living, just as long as one indeed starts
living and doesn’t continue on the wasted life path.
In
his poem “Alone with Everybody”, I am still able to appreciate the great power
each of his words hold, however I am not the biggest fan of this rather solemn
subject matter.
“there's
no chance
at all: we are all trapped
by a singular
fate. // nobody ever
finds
the one. //
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards
fill //
nothing else
fills.”
His
imagery is intense, alluding to the invasion of unaccounted for heaps of trash
and disturbed individuals. I enjoy Bukowski’s word choice, and I appreciate his
ability to say more with less, however this poem is holds a heavier, more
pessimistic voice that I do not typically seek whenever pursuing poetry.
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