Bukowski dies: 03-09-1994
I have met ungrateful people in my life.
I have been an ungrateful person in my life.
I have met thieves, cowards, liars, cheats, hustlers, con artists,
and I have been all of those.
This one time I will not bow to the easy way out.
This one time I will take the high road, and I will give credit where credit
is due. I will look the fool, and be proud that for once I am not
a thief, hustler, con artist, coward, liar, or a cheat.
There is a man who changed the world of Poetry forever.
He took the academic, and brought it to the world of everyone.
He wrote simply about the most common of moments, making his simple writing look easy.
There have been many who have come after him, standing in his shadow, and on top of his shoulders looking farther up there than they could have ever seen on their own. Then they brush the compliments they receive off of themselves like so much dandruff, and don’t pay Bukowski any tribute.
I am not one of those afraid to mention his name:
Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowski
He changed poetry.
He changed me.
Henry Charles Bukowski died on March 9th, in 1994.
- -
Okay,
