charles you would be so good if you were good. hey this one isnt about sex!
//NOTE: we got a full poem this time i got a lot to say. im keeping it btwn stanzas, for readabilitys sake <- i am a very messy annotator
I got his ashes, she said, and I took them
out to sea and I scattered his ashes and
they didn't even look like ashes
and
the urn was weighted
with green and blue pebbles...
//NOTE: i really liked the line breaks in this stanza, they flow well with the natural pace of a conversation. of course, im messing it up with yapping but hey! you sighed up for it i guess
he didn't leave you any of his
millions?
//NOTE: and we go back to the bukowski special of awkward line breaks right after. anyways, i really enjoy how it sets up the setting (we know these are two people talking, we know the person dead was wealthy, and that he didnt leave anything to someone who was responsible for a typically emotionally heavy task of scattering his ashes.) also, has that je ne sais quoi about death that ive enjoyed a lot lately. given the two funerals in 6 months.
after having to eat all those breakfasts
and lunches and dinners with him? after
listening to all his bullshit?
//NOTE: you see what i mean right. the awkward line breaks for exclusively the second speaker. (the first speaker reads really naturally. i likes) the really good establishment of the world. we know so much about this dead guy, 4 stanzas in. also, this is a really fun format for a poem. you can tell i liked "fight club" by chuck palahniuks approach to dialogue. you can also guess that i have the taste in media of a raging misogynist which . eugh . i like things by creators who do not have a weird legacy/reputation its just . less things to say about them because its not charles bukowski, whose works would be so good if it was good
anyhow, I got the ashes. and you fucked
my sisters
//NOTE: [laughTrack4.mp4] classic charles!*
//NOTE: *it probably goes without saying that an author isnt the narrator of their works. on an unrelated note, he had a self insert/heavily projected upon OC named henry chinaski, who i thought was his chinesesona for the longest time. because im stupid.
I never fucked your sisters.
the lesbian, I said, she bought me dinner and drinks,
I had very little choice.
//NOTE: [laughTrack2.mp4] classic charles!
//NOTE: you know , i think charles could be a wonderful playwright. or at least a very mediocre , kinda misogynist (so, mediocre) playwright
there's so little to you, she said, that when you die and
they burn you they'll have to add almost all green and
blue pebbles.
//NOTE: i was delighted by this statement. please reread it again for me. i like this section particularly
I'll see you in 6 months! she screamed and slammed the door.
//NOTE: sometimes i wonder if charles has ever had meaningful and positive relationships.**
//NOTE: *theres a poem about him skeeving on a woman trying to approach him in a professional setting about his works. that he published in this same anthology. this guy is dead now. where was i going with this???
well, I thought, I guess in order to get rid of her I'll have
to fuck her other sister. I walked into the bedroom and started
looking for phone numbers. all I remembered was that she
lived in San Mateo and had a very good
job.
//NOTE: an unfortunate consequence of the digital medium is that we cant guarantee exactly how text will display. its a great strength too that we can adjust text however we want for comfort and readability, but there is less . control . over more intentional graphical elements. for example, i think this final stanzas first three lines are meant to be read as a big meandering ramble. then an awkward line break for "and had a very good / job". but im trying to preserve the original texts line breaks as is, rather than leaving it up to your native display windows size to determine where line breaks are. and i wonder if it would look goofy on displays smaller than my own. fascinating!
