Monday, August 9, 2010

almost a year

Went to bed and didn't see
why every day turns out to be
a little bit more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
- Modest Mouse “Bukowski”

If you haven’t read Bukowski and/or don’t know of him I suggest you check him out.  In any case, Bukowski’s head stone simply reads “Don’t Try.”  When I first heard this I took it to mean that Bukowski didn’t think people should try to enjoy life or improve their station because as he (I assumed) thought life was shit.  According to Bukowski, you were who you were; you’d never change so just do what you have to do to get through it (life).  It took me some time to realize that Bukowski didn’t mean don’t try in the hopeless sense, but rather in the Yoda sense (there is no try, only do).  So I’ve decided that I’m going to write without trying to write.  I don’t care if a reader doesn’t like what I write, piss off.  I also don’t care if no one reads this.  Although, I’m sure my lovely wife will and will continue to promote my blog on her blog.

In that vein, I offer this poem.

A Buddha
Buddha was a Buddha
Ryan White was a Buddha
Joe Strummer was a Buddhapunkrockwarlord
Ginsberg was a Buddha
Kerouac was a boooodah (read: Hotei)
Bird and Coltrane were Buddhas
Father Myke was a Buddha
Merton was a Buddha  
Roshi Loori was a Buddha
Roshi Aitken was a Buddha (God rest him)
4 young girls in Birmingham were Buddhas
Memphis 3 are Buddhas (God save them)
Cubby Selby was a Buddha
Gramps was a Buddha

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