What did you find funny about it?
The last two lines of every verse are just exquisite.
Perpetualburn wrote:
During Shakespeareās time, the mocking and lack of respect for women was much more prevalent and the qualities that women were supposed to have during his time were those of a ādelicate flowerā.
Misogyny is nowhere near as prevalent in our time than it was in Shakespeareās or Nietzscheās, each had itās own degree of.
I do not adore Shakespeare or his work. Too flowery, sing song, the poem below has truth in it.
An Almost Made Up Poem - Poem by Charles Bukowski
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, itā all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, Iā not jealous
because weā never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame āā not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, theyā told
us, but listening to you I wasnā sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, ā her, print her, sheā mad but sheā
magic. thereā no lie in her fire.ā I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didnā happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didnā help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this.
You are a hardcore romanticist PB.
Not his women with their steel bosoms.
Misogyny is nowhere near as prevalent in our time than it was in Shakespeareās or Nietzscheās, each had itās own degree of.
Women will always find some āmisogynyā in manās image of her, no matter how positive or negative it is. If itās too positive, then itās not ārealā enough, itās not how she really isā¦ But if itās too realā¦well, then all hell breaks looseā¦A woman can never get her makeup just right. She watches him like a sentinel to see how well he straddles the fence when the subject of appearances comes up.
Btw, if Shakespeare and Nietzsche are misogynists, then things donāt bode well for the rest of the male population, who will never be so gentle with women.
I do not adore Shakespeare or his work. Too flowery, sing song, the poem below has truth in it.
Ejaculatory prose does not a poem make.
Charles Bukowski interviewed by Sean Penn
On Shakespeare:
Heās unreadable and overrated. But people donāt want to hear that. You see, you cannot attack shrines. Shakespeare is embedded through the centuries. You can say āSo-and-so is lousy actor!ā But you canāt say Shakespeare is shit. The longer something is around, snobs begin to attach themselves to it, like suckerfish. When snobs feel something is safeā¦they attach. The moment you tell them the truth, they go wild. They canāt handle it. Itās attacking their own thought process. They disgust me.
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The irony is that Shakespeare is lost on snobs, and apparently Charkles Bukowski too. The guy who prides himself on his down to earth style I guess canāt appreciate heartfelt sincerity when he hears it.
Shakespeare, read well, is a first rate Dionysiac. What he weaves into his sentences is pure eros, sap of life.
Ive always had something with Macbeth as a boy, seemed to describe the soul of what I always saw around me.
PB wrote
The guy who prides himself on his down to earth style I guess canāt appreciate heartfelt sincerity when he hears it.
A tragedy or not a tragedy.
No you read Shakespeare only as in which character is your souls worst sin.
See it in context of depth psychology which popular success like this always is born of; the psyche of the middle ages in England was a bit more hardy than to seek what we seek in poetry, it wanted the absolute worst, and laugh about it. Their sins exposed, confessed.
Most modern actors shroud this barbarism, which it essentially is, and is meant is, in a flowery delivery.
I had to put this in your thread, Sauwelios. Something that happened today.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJCKQllyMIQ[/youtube]
I had to put this in your thread, Sauwelios. Something that happened today.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJCKQllyMIQ[/youtube]
Inspiring!
Nietzscheanās have nutters in white robes too, oh my!
Retardā¦ this is from Zarathustra.
The white robe isnāt a reference to Jesus, but to purity, it is a theatrical means, you savage. The performance of the actor is truly legitimate, especially the part about the Last Man. Which is why people wont like it if they are Last Men!
The most thrilling part of the piece I found where the audience responds - it made me scream out loud in awe, or a sentiment of surprise Ive never felt before as I watched it back, Ive never had that before in my life. I am truly a Nietzschean in my fucking bones. And this piece is the world is a nutshell.
Im going to go ahead and say that this is the best, bravest and most badass piece of theater Ive ever seen performed.
Just picking this monologue, and actually managing to convey the contempt for the Last Man, what a fucking king this guy is.
A Nietzschean āCreation mythā might be: existence began with an act of divine Destruction.
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The Word, seen in its true Sense, is itself Force, itself Deed. For the Word is a Verb rather than a Nounāa Name for a Work, a Doingāan Actā¦ Must a Writer not be an Actor, a Pretender? Unto the Real World Stage, then!
AT THIS POINT I CAN NO LONGER STAND MY CAPITALS AMONG A LOWER CASE AUDIENCE. AND LOWER CASE, WITH ALL THE SUBTLETY OF PUNCTUATIONā¦ BUT NO, I WILL NOT PRETEND THAT IāM ADVANCED ENOUGH TO DO WITHOUT PUNCTUATION, EVEN AS I WONāT PRETEND TO BE ABLE TO WRITE LATIN OR GREEK. THIS NIETZSCHEAN AGE IS TOO MUCH STILL A BEGINNING. LIKE MY SELF-IMPOSED EXILE FROM THE WORLD OF TONAL MUSICāAND MY TONAL FAVOURITES WERE ALREADY AN ODD SELECTION!ā, THIS WAY OF WRITING IS AN EXPERIENT IN TAKING THINGS COLD AND SLOW.*
- 'TIS A SUBTLETY THAT IāVE BEEN WRITING IN ALL-CAPS FOR YEARS: NAMELY, WHEN WRITING AS OPPOSED TO TYPINGāLITERALLY WRITING! MY HANDWRITING WAS JUST TOO BAD. KALLIGRAPHY BE DAMED!āSOMETHING FOR DAMESā¦
IF MY CAPITALIZATION MAKES ME āSOUNDā LIKE IāM SHOUTING, MY āBORINGNESSā MAY SERVE TO COMPENSATE. MY PASSION DEMANDS IT. BUT IāVE BEEN THINKING THIS MAY NOW FINALLY IMPEL ME TO EMBRACE THE ILLUSION OF NEGATIVITY: DARKNESS, DEATH, UGLINESSā¦ IāVE ALWAYS DRAWN THE LINE AT UGLINESS, AND THEREBY AT DEATH. TO ME, DARKNESS, DEEPEST BLACKNESS ITSELF WAS A MOST ATTRACTIVE FORCE EVEN IN THE MOST BEATIFUL COLOUR SPECTRUM. THE SHADOW OF NIGHTā¦ [TYPO IN āBEAUTIFULā NOTED.]
I JUST INDULGEDāWELL, ALMOST COMPLETELY INDULGEDāIN A POEM ON THE UNDERGROUND WALL. BUT THOUGH I MAY FLY STRAIGHT BACK TO MODAL MUSIC, I MAY NOT DENY SUCH ROOTS. EVEN NOW IāM LISTENING TO UMA MOHAN, WHOSE WAS THE FIRST MODAL MUSIC THAT MIGHT HAVE MOVED ME TO TEARS. I WILL NOT DENY THAT PASSION, BUT NOR THAT SUCH PASSION IS FOR RELATIVE BEGINNERS. IN THE SENSE OF A HIGH CULTURE ETCā¦
IāVE SAID IT BEFORE, BUT THEREāS A PASSION THAT HAS LIVED ALL THE PASSION OF DEATH AND CAN ONLY LIVE THE PASSION FOR THE DEATH OF THAT PASSION NOWā¦ AND WHEN THIS PASSION HAS DIEDā¦ ONE WITH RELIEFāTHOUGH WITHOUT BREATHING A SIGHāWELCOMES SUBTLETY OF PASSION, THE SEEMING ABSENCE OF PASSIONā¦ SEEMING ONLY TO COARSE EARS, TO AMBITIOUS HEARTS. BUT ITāS ONLY WHEN THE FOOL PERSISTS IN HIS FOLLY THAT HE BECOMES WISE; AND ITāS ONLY WHEN HEāS THOUGHT WISE THAT HE BECOMES A RODā¦ BUT THIS FOOL, THIS ONCE PURE FOOL WHO WENT THE PATH OF THE MAGUS WILL NOW BE A ROD BY EMBRACING EVERYTHING THOUGHT NEGATIVE. HE WILL INSIST ON BEING AN IPSISSIMUS WHILE AT THE SAME TIME ONLY BEING A MAGUS TO THE IPSISSIMOSITY CALLED NIETZSCHE. ITāS A PREJUDICE THAT ALL THE NEGATIVE VALUES BELONG TOGETHER, BY THE WAY. EVIL AND BAD ARE NOT THE SAME. BUT POPULARLY, THEY ARE THOUGHT THE SAME: THEREFORE I MUST ALSO EMBRACE THE BAD. YES, āMUSTā! AND NOT JUST āWILLā. NEED, THE NEGATIVE COUNTERPART OF WILL, MUST ALSO BE WILLED. THAT THE WORLD IS A COLD AND EMPTY PLACE: THAT ABSENCE IS THE GREAT INSPIRER OF THE GREAT FIRE THAT IS THIS UNIVERSE. FEAR: THAT IS THE AWFUL FEELING INFLAMING ALL OF US. THE HORROR OF THE REAL. BUT WAIT, DIDNāT I JUST DESCRIBE THE REAL AS THAT GREAT FIRE, AS OPPOSED TO THE COLD DARKNESS WHICH IS IDEAL [AN IDEA]? HELL IS OTHER BEINGS. IT ONLY BECOMES HEAVENLY WHEN YOU EMBRACE YOURSELF AS ONE OF THESE HELL-BEINGS. THEN YOU ARE INDEED ONE OF THE SATYRS.
I think you need to go much further with this transfiguration of writing, namely also becoming entirely metrical in the classical sense.
I think you need to go much further with this transfiguration of writing, namely also becoming entirely metrical in the classical sense.
Doesnāt that only go for poetry, though? I mean, Iām always very aware of the rhythm of what I write, but that doesnāt require meter.
Perhaps then it is the small connecting words that we have and the Romans did not.
No I have it. Let me make a suggestion about how to pull this off without punctuation.
AT THIS POINT I CAN NO LONGER STAND MY CAPITALS AMONG A LOWER CASE AUDIENCE
AND LOWER CASE WITH ALL THE SUBTLETY OF PUNCTUATION
BUT NO I WILL NOT PRETEND THAT IāM ADVANCED ENOUGH TO DO WITHOUT PUNCTUATION
EVEN AS I WONāT PRETEND TO BE ABLE TO WRITE LATIN OR GREEK
THIS NIETZSCHEAN AGE IS TOO MUCH STILL A BEGINNING
LIKE MY SELF-IMPOSED EXILE FROM THE WORLD OF TONAL MUSIC
AND MY TONAL FAVOURITES WERE ALREADY AN ODD SELECTION
THIS WAY OF WRITING IS AN EXPERIENT IN TAKING THINGS COLD AND SLOW
this works perfectly well, reads better than a large block with ongoing text in caps with punctuation, which quite simply is too much information per square centimeter for my brain to find pleasant reading.
Your rhythms are indeed the ground, and I say just break up all phrases and let them stand alone.
This way, it breathes like rhetoric wants to breathe. All phrases can be called out in a loud voice over a big square.
HAND WRITING IS RUNIC
A MAN THAT WRITES WITHOUT COCKSLEGS IS NO ROMAN
THREE WOLVES GREET YOU
FCās changes are huge improvements. Go with his advice.
FCS CHANGES ARE HUGE
IMPROVEMENTS GO
WITH HIS ADVICE
BASICALLY I DO NOT
RECOGNIZE THE
DISTINCTION
BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE
ONLY BETWEEN FORM AND FORM DO I SEE DISTINCTION
RHYME OR NO RHYME
IS OF NO CONCERN
WORD FOR WORD EACH WORD
IS METAPHOR