Greetings from New Zealand, the arsehole of the world.
Someone recommended Buk to me last year. Several months later I finally got around to reading some. I checked out Betting on the Muse, which I devoured in the same fashion my friend devours whole turkeys & port from a plastic cup. Now plowing through The Most Beautiful Woman in Town. From the first poem I read I knew this writer was going to mean something to me. It's my new obsession, and I've had a lot of obsessions. So naturally, finding this forum was nifty. Never have I seen such a condensation of Dionysian misfits in once place. It's good.
I've been sober for nearly a year. I don't use the term recovering alcoholic because I don't know what it means, I simply don't drink anymore.. at the moment. I used to. I used to drink a bit. Reading Buk makes me want to start drinking again. Most of it all it makes me wonder why I stopped drinking. I also have manic-depression and suffer from recurrent bouts of suicidal ideation with some ill-planned attempts & conversely manic reckless impulsiveness, which is often accompanied by sexual promiscuity (later regretted, especially if they were ugly or old) - partly why I stopped drinking - and an agitated temper... so I like Buk.
Buk makes me want to write. I see that is a common theme round here. So I don't write, because he said 'Don't try' & I listened. It keeps reminding me of some lines from another poet, Leonard Cohen:
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.
cheers,
Someone recommended Buk to me last year. Several months later I finally got around to reading some. I checked out Betting on the Muse, which I devoured in the same fashion my friend devours whole turkeys & port from a plastic cup. Now plowing through The Most Beautiful Woman in Town. From the first poem I read I knew this writer was going to mean something to me. It's my new obsession, and I've had a lot of obsessions. So naturally, finding this forum was nifty. Never have I seen such a condensation of Dionysian misfits in once place. It's good.
I've been sober for nearly a year. I don't use the term recovering alcoholic because I don't know what it means, I simply don't drink anymore.. at the moment. I used to. I used to drink a bit. Reading Buk makes me want to start drinking again. Most of it all it makes me wonder why I stopped drinking. I also have manic-depression and suffer from recurrent bouts of suicidal ideation with some ill-planned attempts & conversely manic reckless impulsiveness, which is often accompanied by sexual promiscuity (later regretted, especially if they were ugly or old) - partly why I stopped drinking - and an agitated temper... so I like Buk.
Buk makes me want to write. I see that is a common theme round here. So I don't write, because he said 'Don't try' & I listened. It keeps reminding me of some lines from another poet, Leonard Cohen:
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.
cheers,