March 01, 2003
I Met a Genius

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.


it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

- Bukowski

-12:39 AM

comments
max says:

saw the video for hurt and read this in the same 15 minutes.

slowly recovering...

I was in italy this summer, and travelling from florence to the riviera coast, the train goes through a mountain before it gets to the mediterranean. It pops out of the tunnel for three seconds and you get one glimpse of the sea and then back into the tunnel. there was a collective gasp in the car...

March 1, 2003 02:49 PM
romina says:

Bukowski.
Rude. Disgusting.
and just when i think "God! what am i reading?" that paragraph or poem appears, the perfect one, the one that leaves you thinking or makes you feel a lot of things.
and I just can think "what a damn great writer"

March 1, 2003 05:35 PM
allison says:

Bukowski? Hmmmmm......
he has a great poem about creating and how we put it off for silly reasons...it's great...

March 2, 2003 11:33 AM
 
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