mjp
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A lot of Bukowski's poem titles were like poems in and of themselves. Here are some long and memorable ones:
- My God, My Mother, Most Holy Thing: Shaken And Awaken The Drunken Hell Of Myself And Save Me!
- Non-Particular And Continuing Thoughts Of Very Little Consolation Against The Knife
- Rimbaud Be Damned: I Have Withstood 99,000 Seasons In Hell And I Still Look Down Into This Glass Wondering, Wondering
- The Fish With Yellow Eyes And Green Fins Leaps Into The Volcano
- I Wanted To Overthrow The Government But All I Brought Down Was Somebody's Wife
- A Disorganized Poem On A Disorganized Day, With Women Running In And Out And The Price Of Beer Up 20 A Can
- This Is The Way It Goes And Goes And Goes "All Your Writing About Pain And Suffering Is A Bunch Of Bullshit" --
- When The Berry Bush Dies I'll Swim Down The Green River With My Hair On Fire
- A Rambling Essay On Poetics And The Bleeding Life Written While Drinking A Six-Pack (Tall)
- When You Wait For The Dawn To Crawl Through The Screen Like A Burglar To Take Your Life Away
- You Can't Get Something Without The Belly-Ache Of A Bullet, And I Guess The Mushroom Now
- In This Place We Eat Apples And Cut Our Fingers On Beercans
- I Am Afraid That I Will Continue To Drink Myself To Death For These Small Reasons Mentioned Here And For Other Reasons That Neither Of Us Has Time For Because I Have The Need To Get Drunk Now
- Getting Ready For A Summer Tan As Suicides Mount In Delaware...
- Death Sat On My Knee And Cracked With Laughter
- The Terror Of Sunlight Is People Walking Through Who Were Long Ago Lost In Intention And Who Have Now Turned To Mobile Shit
- Death Comes Too Slowly Like Ants Take To A Fallen Fig
- This Whore Which Fucks Us As The Calla Lillies Weave In Some September Sun
- A Poem That Doesn't Work But One That I Still Keep Playing With Like A Cat With A Toy Mouse That Won't Become Alive--
- The Whores, The People At Taco Stands, The Bus Drivers, The Cops, The Killers, The Janitors, The Highschool Teachers, The Priests And The Garbagemen...
- A Kind Of Lecture On A Dull Day When There Isn't Even A Fly Around To Kill
- 18 Cars Full Of Men Thinking What Could Have Been
- For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough
And my all time, hands-down favorite:
You And Your Beer And How Great You Are
Martin shortened many of the long titles when he eventually republished the poems. But I like the long titles. They're crazy and inspiring.
- My God, My Mother, Most Holy Thing: Shaken And Awaken The Drunken Hell Of Myself And Save Me!
- Non-Particular And Continuing Thoughts Of Very Little Consolation Against The Knife
- Rimbaud Be Damned: I Have Withstood 99,000 Seasons In Hell And I Still Look Down Into This Glass Wondering, Wondering
- The Fish With Yellow Eyes And Green Fins Leaps Into The Volcano
- I Wanted To Overthrow The Government But All I Brought Down Was Somebody's Wife
- A Disorganized Poem On A Disorganized Day, With Women Running In And Out And The Price Of Beer Up 20 A Can
- This Is The Way It Goes And Goes And Goes "All Your Writing About Pain And Suffering Is A Bunch Of Bullshit" --
- When The Berry Bush Dies I'll Swim Down The Green River With My Hair On Fire
- A Rambling Essay On Poetics And The Bleeding Life Written While Drinking A Six-Pack (Tall)
- When You Wait For The Dawn To Crawl Through The Screen Like A Burglar To Take Your Life Away
- You Can't Get Something Without The Belly-Ache Of A Bullet, And I Guess The Mushroom Now
- In This Place We Eat Apples And Cut Our Fingers On Beercans
- I Am Afraid That I Will Continue To Drink Myself To Death For These Small Reasons Mentioned Here And For Other Reasons That Neither Of Us Has Time For Because I Have The Need To Get Drunk Now
- Getting Ready For A Summer Tan As Suicides Mount In Delaware...
- Death Sat On My Knee And Cracked With Laughter
- The Terror Of Sunlight Is People Walking Through Who Were Long Ago Lost In Intention And Who Have Now Turned To Mobile Shit
- Death Comes Too Slowly Like Ants Take To A Fallen Fig
- This Whore Which Fucks Us As The Calla Lillies Weave In Some September Sun
- A Poem That Doesn't Work But One That I Still Keep Playing With Like A Cat With A Toy Mouse That Won't Become Alive--
- The Whores, The People At Taco Stands, The Bus Drivers, The Cops, The Killers, The Janitors, The Highschool Teachers, The Priests And The Garbagemen...
- A Kind Of Lecture On A Dull Day When There Isn't Even A Fly Around To Kill
- 18 Cars Full Of Men Thinking What Could Have Been
- For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough
And my all time, hands-down favorite:
You And Your Beer And How Great You Are
Martin shortened many of the long titles when he eventually republished the poems. But I like the long titles. They're crazy and inspiring.
