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no one, nothing, none
art, music, words
no one's really interested in any of that
until they find me and my girlfriend
dead in our bed
both having taken an overdose of pills
(how romantic)
(I can feel beksinski smiling down upon us)
point at which interests peak
and they say hmmm who were these weird fuckers all about?
oh I'll get my 15 minutes of fame
just posthumously
but I don't mind
I just create because I have to
it's in my spirit
it's in my bones
it's in my system and it has to come out
just like shit and piss
art is the shit and piss of my heart
no one's really interested in any of that
until they find me and my girlfriend
dead in our bed
both having taken an overdose of pills
(how romantic)
(I can feel beksinski smiling down upon us)
point at which interests peak
and they say hmmm who were these weird fuckers all about?
oh I'll get my 15 minutes of fame
just posthumously
but I don't mind
I just create because I have to
it's in my spirit
it's in my bones
it's in my system and it has to come out
just like shit and piss
art is the shit and piss of my heart
Published 14th Jun 2010
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Anonymous
15th Jun 2010 00:14am
Very Charles Bukowski... The cynical, flowing free verse really resonates, and there are some wonderful moments here, such as the reference to Beksinski, and the image of the narrator and his girlfriend dead in their bed. Lovely. Like the darkest rose in the quietest garden...
15th Jun 2010 1:38am
the darkest rose or the blackest sheep are sometimes the most interesting of the bunch because they stand out.. and not with pride or purpose.. just happens to be the way it turned out.. unfortunately some see these as a blemish to the rest of the reddest roses.. or the rest of the perfectly conformist white sheep.. and the few that see the beauty in the outsiders end up being black and shunned as well.. the destroyed find the destroyed..
15th Jun 2010 9:49pm
'point at which interests peak'
I really like the kind of...formal, unappropriately cold tone that line has. It's interesting, cause where you'd expect the poem to be critical of that uncaring outlook, that lack of concern...it seems to eventually share in those ideas: we are no one, we create things that mean nothing...and in the end, none of this matters. But that one phrase ' me and my girlfriend' adds a tiny bit of human emotion and connection among all that nothing. I like it.
I really like the kind of...formal, unappropriately cold tone that line has. It's interesting, cause where you'd expect the poem to be critical of that uncaring outlook, that lack of concern...it seems to eventually share in those ideas: we are no one, we create things that mean nothing...and in the end, none of this matters. But that one phrase ' me and my girlfriend' adds a tiny bit of human emotion and connection among all that nothing. I like it.
16th Jun 2010 00:08am
20th Jun 2013 6:13am
21st Jun 2013 4:53am
my goal is to die penniless and insane and only be appreciated long after im gone.... so I don't have to answer for myself... I left a trail of paper and pamphlets describing my inner struggle with the outer... if they want to follow they'll find a corpse at the other end
