Shit And Other Insults

(Not to be confused with the excretions of Mr. Trump.)

(Nicht zu verwechseln mit den Ausscheidungen von Mr. Trump.)

For the discovery of truth there is no path. When you want to find something new, when you are experimenting with anything, your mind has to be very quiet. Be quiet, if you want to be heard.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

If it was more than a literary movement and if we are to view the Beat Generation as a group of people then it limits us to time and events, rather than themes and styles.

«Forgive me» – Bukowski once said at a poetry reading – «You have my soul, but I have your money».

It takes a special kind of dedication for a writer to quit his day job. When hard–living, hard–writing Charles Bukowski made the plunge in 1969, he did it in the same spirit of seriousness he’d reserved for smoking, drinking, women, and the written word. «I have one of two choices,» he wrote in a letter at the time, «stay in the post office and go crazy… or stay out here and starve. — I have decided to starve.»

Es erfordert eine besondere Art von Hingabe für einen Schriftsteller, seinen Job aufzugeben. Als der hart–näckige, hart–schreibende Charles Bukowski 1969 den Sprung wagte, tat er das mit dem gleichen Ernst, mit dem er sich für das Rauchen, Trinken, Frauen und das geschriebene Wort engagierte. «Ich habe eine von zwei Möglichkeiten», schrieb er damals in einem Brief – «bei der Post bleiben und verrückt werden… oder hier draußen bleiben und verhungern. — Ich habe beschlossen zu verhungern.

Playing with names: «Ginsing» – «Beerlinghetti» – «Rokoski» – «Cynder» …

From: «4 Christs» — Published posthumously 1999 by Black Sparrow Press in «What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire».

At no time did Charles Bukowski consider himself a «Beat». Even though he shared publications, readings and the occasional social gathering with Beat figures – he said in 1978: «I’m not interested in this bohemian, Greenwich Village, Parisian bullshit.» His rare Beat–encounters include a benefit poetry reading (Santa Cruz, 1978) where he met Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Gary Snyder:

That evening Bukowski drank himself into a belligerent state and insulted Ginsberg – not having written anything «worth a shit» after «Howl» and «Kaddish». Possibly Bukowski felt that Ginsberg began to play to the crowd with his fame and stopped being an original poet. While Bukowski himself kept evolving and was writing as strongly or more strongly at the end of his life.

As he was famous for notoriously insulting his audience just as much – he consistently enticed his fan community, who waited in long lines to see the «drunk Bukowski show».

Da er dafür berühmt war, sein Publikum ebenso zu beleidigen, lockte er damit seine Fangemeinde an, die in langen Schlangen auf die «betrunkene Bukowski-Show» wartete.

Charles Bukowski: His best and last poetry reading.
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