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Black Swan, do you know a place in these forums, again my computer is down, for sharing poetry and stories. I 'm seeing this from a mobile device and I'm new to posting period. Thanks, for the welcome. I have a neurological condition called CRPS/RSD, in a nut shell it's life in a pain amplifier. Maybe it's what the stigmata really is. I burn and get actual blisters from a dysfunctional sympathetic nervous system. They "treat me" with periodic multiple days of anesthesia infusions and I take it daily at home to try maintain a level below what I call, the frostbite~flamethrower. I hardly ever sleep but I write daily and play the guitar, the more I do (multitasking), the more I can distract "IT". At night is truly when the monsters come out. Without conscious thought and activity, the only input is the "burning", so it ramps up brutally. I haven't slept in a bed, since the nerve release that opened the flood gates. So, as I deal with it, it's another example of all "my" roads lead to Bukowski, he taught me there can indeed be pain without reason. I'm trying to learn lessons from it and pain is a teacher. Worse then the meanest nuns I had in elementary school!
Thanks in advance if you can stear me around the forums. I often get a message that says, "I don't have access."
 
There is no such place. We don't do that here.
Well I tossed a poem out:
[No.]
If you can let me know what you think
So you've mentioned. You have access to everything you can see.
It's probably my "devices", can't wait until I get my laptop. Sending most of these messages with my phone. Again, I pretty much have to "keep busy", to offset my unsympathetic, sympathetic nervous system problem. Thanks
 
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We read Buk here and talk about Buk's work here. We are not looking for the next Buk here. If you want to be the next Buk (or any other legit writer who came before you), earn it the way they did... Put your soul out in pavement and see if anything grows in the cracks. There is no free ride, whether you are a technical writer or a copy writer. We choose our next paycheck... or our mother's allowance in some cases. But if she believes in you, I guess you're all set... at least for this week's rent...
 
i was gonna suggest literarymary.com is a better place for posting your personal writing/stories, but it's just an empty site now...
 
We read Buk here and talk about Buk's work here. We are not looking for the next Buk here. If you want to be the next Buk (or any other legit writer who came before you), earn it the way they did... Put your soul out in pavement and see if anything grows in the cracks. There is no free ride, whether you are a technical writer or a copy writer. We choose our next paycheck... or our mother's allowance in some cases. But if she believes in you, I guess you're all set... at least for this week's rent...
I'm looking for something to do, I don't give to shits about money, you can't eat it but you can wipe your ass with it. I'm not looking to be the next anything. How's about this Zen statement~ nothing is what I want. I thought somewhere in these volumes of forums people might come together and enjoy each other, free of charge. I should have known that like most of the planet it comes down to money here too. Surprise! We can discuss the relevance of Brian Wilson but not what we do. I'm glad you clarified that this is exactly what I thought a forum would be, a place the soul sucker can assume they are smart. I think there are a rabid pack of the wolves running the planet fucking themselves with there money and TV sets. Selling everything out because everything must go, especially to the highest bidder. I wish you well chasing after that coin. Polish it up, it can give you something to do, count those pennies. Be the sheepole the wolves can piss on, it will be warm at first, it might feel good, until you reak of it.

i was gonna suggest literarymary.com is a better place for posting your personal writing/stories, but it's just an empty site now...
Again another surprise, they probably turned it over to TMZ~where a thread can be started about Miley Cyrus's latest masturbation video. We sell them while they are young.

There is no such place. We don't do that here.
Who is "we"? Haven't stumbled on them yet. See a lot of "I's" and the I's have it, per the norm.

Back to you,Black Swan, at least you like Zappa and I don't have to explain how you don't need to be a Beatle to influence pop culture. Culture died a while back(I'm in America, so it's debatable if we ever even had a culture in the first place). No more ranting, I should go check Facebook. I haven't seen any good pictures of cats today, or maybe YouPorn and check out a couple of real pussies. Oh, shit, my computer is out of commission, my phone is a little to small for that.
 
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Well I tossed a poem out:
If you can let me know what you think
I think I told you this isn't the place for that and you did it anyway.
Who is "we"?
Everybody but you.

I'm a little tired of your manic puking here. It's a real shame that you have so many problems and the pharmacy won't refill your hyperactivity medication, but that's really not my problem.

So calm down or go away. Those are the only two choices, chief.
 
Black Swan, do you know a place in these forums, again my computer is down, for sharing poetry and stories.

Sorry, I don't know of any particular site where you can post your own poetry.
As for Zappa, I am not a true Zappa fan. What I said is that there are Zappa fans on this forum.
 
I think I told you this isn't the place for that and you did it anyway.
Everybody but you.

I'm a little tired of your manic puking here. It's a real shame that you have so many problems and the pharmacy won't refill your hyperactivity medication, but that's really not my problem.

So calm down or go away. Those are the only two choices, chief.
Hey, I'm a person that readily says he is "sorry", I'm aquatinted with being wrong, wronged and everything in between. I was disappointed that a simple question about somewhere on a Bukowski Forum (I'm new to the virtual world)that people "share" not "buy" their stories(including poems) gave me a NEW THREAD. Suddenly, my simple question to Black Swan is in BIG BOLD PRINT. The "person" who responded, I could "feel" the contempt. Be the next Bukowski?? There will always be only one Bukowski, a perfect storm. I wasn't looking for Bukowski, until I found him. Also, was told to hit the pavement and try making my "money" somewhere else and perhaps maybe my mom likes me?! So, yea I put the link up despite your telling me not to(probably because of it). I don't want sympathy, it will do me no good and I personally hope that nobody ever winds up with RSD. It's the "fight or flight" response. So, if you can, imagine that you had a couple of drinks and a police officer pulls in the lane behind your car. That sudden pump of adrenaline is in your system. It is the "hyperactivity" that can't be switched off and boy am I sorry for that! The last time, I was "turned off" was right before New Year 2013. I've been burning since it is something I would pull away from but the fire comes with me. The, irony for me is that Bukowski's writing came into my life about the mid point of this medical crap. It helped more then most of the medications that have been used. His writing taught me, there can be horrific pain without reason. His writing taught me that a poem didn't need to rhyme and if I still looked hard enough, occasionally I might still find a rose growing out of a pile of shit. I apologize for ranting~"life" has made me very frustrated.

Everything is Connected
 
[...] Who is "we"? [...]
Hi, this is your friendly newbie-guide from the neighbourhood. To help you understand:

this forum has existed for a long time and if you take a look at joining-dates or post-counts you'll get an impression of, who these "We" might be. They're long time regulars who actually shaped this forum and made it the place it is today.

In the beginning there had been a time, when posting one's own writing was allowed. Unfortunately this caused a wave of self-promoting idiocy from persons who weren't even interested in Bukowski (who's more or less the main subject here) or thought they'd be the next B.
That's why - through a thoughtful discussion - "we" came to the conclusion to ban our own writings from this place.
 
For instance, if you go to the top and press timeline or manuscripts, you'll get to read original texts, stuff that you've never had the chance to read before. You can get busy for quite a while and get a feel for what is going on. The site is highly informative.

Everyone has baggage, you know...
 
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In the beginning there had been a time, when posting one's own writing was allowed. Unfortunately this caused a wave of self-promoting idiocy from persons who weren't even interested in Bukowski (who's more or less the main subject here) or thought they'd be the next B.
Thank you for replying. I can understand that, I do. I would much rather be in the "we."(although, you made me chuckle with the "we is anyone but you" line!) I am trying to "learn" to live in a "virtual world." I truly look at a picture of Buk everyday that reminds me, "you have to die a few times, before you can really live." I'm an asshole but I'm not a fake. I do apologize for the "lash" and appreciate your time. Wherever you are I hope the sun is out.
 
Tab Jones definitely has a fake asshole. At least that what Nolte says...
Yes, Tab is my kindly term for a deuche. I think it's that horrible hole in his pancake! That and he probably found another man's anus by now. Nolte might even be that anus~ here is hoping!
 
Well old Buk was pissed on from the patrons of the bars in his early days and still returned to get his ass beat yet again the next night due to hunger or not having enough anger in him. If you just shut up for a bit and bring something worth while to the table at some future point, you just might fit in... But I doubt it... You remind me of the guys who kept knocking on Buk's door long after he told them never to come back.
 
"I realized I was the weaker of 4 people and I did not want to harm, I only wanted to realize their easy holiness. I loved like a crazy jackoff dog turned into a pen of heated female bitches, only they had miracles to show me beyond sperm"~Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty old Man

On another note, I don't know how I remind you of anyone. Were you there while I was "knocking"? I don't want his autograph, an old typewriter ribbon or his last beer bottle. I have his words. That's all I need from him and I'm thankful for them.
 
Welcome to the forum Ken.

Life is short, but nothing you ever do will be longer; pace yourself, settle in for a long haul, go to the manuscript page.
Enjoy.
 
My brother (Ken Gardner) told me about this site. He told me was properly shamed for not following proper internet forum protocols. I am sitting here a month after his passing reading this thread. He was in the most intense level of pain when he discovered Bukowski. He was on many medications. He was literally burning alive. The doctors never helped, they made him worse repeatedly, until he finally went to sleep and didn't wake back up. He was stuck in a recliner in his apartment unable to even walk his dog. My 19 year old son, his nephew, stayed with him for the last 4 months of his life helping out. He was looking for something to occupy his mind and to perhaps have interesting discussions. He came here. I can only laugh at the responses in this thread. The attacking nature and extreme self-importance and outright snobbery of a random group of internet vermin thinking they are like totally special snowflakes and stuff. Well done. I felt compelled to let you know that a witty and intelligent man stumbled amongst you looking for a slight reprieve from his agony and you all, this pitiful "we", spat in his face. Disgusting lot. Cheers!
 
I know not what you mean. I expect everyone is displeased with me for one reason or another.
I am displeased with you because you have such a manly beard that it makes mine look sub-par. I suspect that I have you beat in the back hair department, so here is that,
 
He's probably too dumb to know it, but Ken's sister now gets an email from this place, to remind her of all the stupitidy that goes on here... Non of which is responsible for Ken's death, but it's still a tragic incident.

I think we should wrap a bow around this thread and end it.
 
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