Hi guys, I just joined this forum today. I only recently discovered Bukowski & I think he's unbelievable. I just finished reading "Ham On Rye", which is an amazing novel. One part of the book that stuck out to me, amongst other things, and really creeped me out is when Hank awakens in his bed and sees someone/something lurching over him.
"I never slept on my back. But when I awakened I was on my back and it surprised me. My legs were bent at the knees in front of me, making a mountain-like effect with the blankets. And as I looked at the blanket-mountain before me I saw two eyes staring at me. Only the eyes were dark, black, blank…looking at me from underneath a hood, a black hood with a sharp tall peak, like a ku-klux-klansman. They kept staring at me, dark blank eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was truly terrified. I thought, it’s God but God isn’t supposed to look like that.
I couldn’t stare it down. I couldn’t move. It just stayed there looking at me over the mound of my knees and the blanket. I wanted to get away. I wanted it to leave. It was powerful and black and threatening. It seemed to remain there for hours, just staring at me.
Then it was gone…
I stayed in bed thinking about it.
I couldn’t believe that it had been God. Dressed like that. That would be a cheap trick."
Is it God, the devil, something else? I appreciate any feedback and I am really happy to connect with fellow Bukowski lovers.
Peace from Toronto, Canada.
Vassilis
"I never slept on my back. But when I awakened I was on my back and it surprised me. My legs were bent at the knees in front of me, making a mountain-like effect with the blankets. And as I looked at the blanket-mountain before me I saw two eyes staring at me. Only the eyes were dark, black, blank…looking at me from underneath a hood, a black hood with a sharp tall peak, like a ku-klux-klansman. They kept staring at me, dark blank eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was truly terrified. I thought, it’s God but God isn’t supposed to look like that.
I couldn’t stare it down. I couldn’t move. It just stayed there looking at me over the mound of my knees and the blanket. I wanted to get away. I wanted it to leave. It was powerful and black and threatening. It seemed to remain there for hours, just staring at me.
Then it was gone…
I stayed in bed thinking about it.
I couldn’t believe that it had been God. Dressed like that. That would be a cheap trick."
Is it God, the devil, something else? I appreciate any feedback and I am really happy to connect with fellow Bukowski lovers.
Peace from Toronto, Canada.
Vassilis