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[jj92]

I'm currently doing my dissertation on Bukowski. In one chapter I'm discussing his father. Am i going crazy of is there a scene in a book or poem where Buk's mother finds Henry Snr watching slugs (or snails)having sex?? its too random for me to have dreamt it and a friend remembers me showing them the text but cant remember where i found it. Does anybody know??

 

[jj92]

Also if anyone has any suggestions for poems or whatever in reference to his father send em this way!!! Atm im using; "My Father", My father and the Bum" and "the twins". Ham on rye is also being used

 

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'the snails' from Betting on the Muse.

 

[d gray]

'recess bells of school'

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[Black Swan]

first love

at one time
when I was 16
a few writers gave me
my only hope and
chance.

my father disliked
books and
my mother disliked
books (because my father
disliked books)
especially those I brought back
from the library:
D.H. Lawrence
Dostoevsky
Turgenev
Gorky
A. Huxley
Sinclair Lewis
others.

I had my own bedroom
but at 8 p.m.
we were all supposed to go to sleep:
“Early to bed and early to rise
makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise,”
my father would say.

“LIGHTS OUT!” he would shout.

then I would take the bed lamp
place it under the covers
and with the heat and hidden light
I would continue to read:
Ibsen
Shakespeare
Chekov
Jeffers
Thurber
Conrad Aiken
others.

they gave me a chance and some hope
in a place of no chance
no hope, no feeling.

I worked for it.
it got hot under the covers.
sometimes the sheets would begin to smoke
then I’d switch the lamp off,
hold it outside to
cool off.

without those books
I’m not quite sure
how I would have turned
out:
raving; the
murderer of the father;
idiocy;
hopelessness.

when my father shouted
“LIGHTS OUT!”
I’m sure he feared
the well-written word
immortalized
forever
in our best and
most interesting
literature.

and it was there
for me
close to me
under the covers
more woman than woman
more man than man.

I had it all
and
I took it.

Charles Bukowski,
Bone Palace Ballet

 

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Reading the poem Black Swan posted, I came to think about this one:

my father always said, “early to bed and
early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy
and wise.”

it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house
and we were up at dawn to the smell of
coffee, frying bacon and scrambled
eggs.

my father followed this general routine
for a lifetime and died young, broke,
and, I think, not too
wise.

taking note, I rejected his advice and it
became, for me, late to bed and late
to rise.

now, I’m not saying that I’ve conquered
the world but I’ve avoided
numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some
common pitfalls
and have met some strange, wonderful
people

one of whom
was
myself—someone my father
never
knew.

—Charles Bukowski, Throwing Away the Alarm Clock

That's a true beauty in all it's simplicity.