4.28.2015

just to scratch your neck while looking out the window

there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing
that
gentle pure
space
it's worth
centuries of
existence
say
just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch
that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that
when they do
they won't
get it all
ever.

[Charles Bukowski, 'It's Ours', from You Get So Alone at Times that it Just Makes Sense]

[Interpretive video here.]

2 comments:

  1. Thank you... I'm learning meditation, which I think is the practice of seeking 'that space,' so I really connected with this poem. The interpretive video enhances phrases that I kind of missed in the visual reading... nice! I will have to read more CB ;)

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  2. I'm glad that it caught you! My interest in and tolerance for Bukowski waxes and wanes. Some of his subject matter is so outside of the sort of feelings I seek in my poetry reading that it turns me away. A lot of it has layers of honesty that is lacking elsewhere, though. Happy exploring!

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