Kill Yr Idols…

June 13, 2007 at 12:19 pm (Bukowski, Ezra Pound, idols, poetry, T. S. Eliot, Vonnegut, writers)

…or how Bukowski convinces his future wife that he’s a great, sensitive writer by beating her.

That’s what this post would have been about but the video was removed for copyright infringement. I guess you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. Such a video would have demonstrated misogyny. Instead, here’s an excerpt from Women about, well, women.

“If I had been born a woman I would certainly have been a prostitute. Since I had been born a man, I craved women constantly, the lower the better. And yet women-good women-frightened me because they wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price. Either way I was lost. A strong man would give up both. I wasn’t strong. So I continued to struggle with women, with the idea of women.”

Here’s Bukowski’s own reading of the poem dinosauria, we that hints at his misanthropy:

In the published poem, Bukowski refers to Dante’s Inferno as a children’s playground in comparison as to what’s to come. I assume he cut it out of the video since it would have appeared too learned for his usual crowd. Observe the comments at Youtube.

Before I go on, let me just say that I do not share this world-view with Bukowski and by the end of Women it appears that Buk’s veiled representation of himself, Hank Chinaski, has prepared to give up what is left of his soul. So I suppose there’s still hope for him. Or was hope. He’s dead and mostly dust by now. Perhaps he’s up in heaven with Vonnegut.

Although Charles Bukowski’s words and stories are for the most part ugly and painted with a Schopenhauer colored will, they can also be witty, charming and beautiful due to this marred world-view. Like such great writers as T. S. Eliot or Ezra Pound, one can take their antisemitism or fascism or Bukowski’s misanthropy and gain a greater understanding of ourselves as a whole without coming to the conclusion that they are just poor representatives of humanity. On the contrary, it is due to these flaws that make them “great” writers, “great” advocates of our species.

There is often difficulty in reading an author with such a forceful opinion of how things are, not to mention a belligerent following who take his or her word as gospel. Remembering that these writers are human just like the rest of us may be difficult as well, especially when they’re beating women and prophesying our doom.

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EVERYTHING WAS BEAUTIFUL, AND NOTHING HURT

April 16, 2007 at 11:03 pm (comedy, Vonnegut, writers)

Hilarious in a way which could rival Kurt Vonnegut’s own irony, here’s an obituary from Fox News. My friends know I laugh at words such as “relevance” in dealing with all things literary, but I doubt Vonnegut will become irrelevant anytime soon. He, at least, has another year or so to go.

I don’t think Vonnegut could have asked for a better obituary so littered with the unintentional homage of sarcastic respect which Vonnegut excelled at. The timeliness is more than a little off though. “So I’ll say if for them.” Yikes. And a ting-a-ling to you too.

My own encounter with Vonnegut was through image-droppings of his book Slaughter-House 5 in the mediocre films Disturbing Behavior and Varsity Blues. Not a fitting introduction to say the least but that’s what got me into this moral author.

In any case, if a person I spoke to had read and enjoyed Vonnegut I always knew that I might share similar tastes in any manner of thing, such as anime or MDMA.

It was also through Vonnegut that I saw the faithful film adaptation of Mother Night, which introduced me to Arvo Pärt’s Cantus In Memoriam Benjamin Britten. This is a piece of music that can bring me to tears at the drop of a hat. Whether this has anything to do with its relation to the story of Howard W. Campbell, Jr., I’m not sure.

I agree with my friend Jon when he says that this passing is sad but no reason to mourn. I’ve found there’s just too much humor and life in his work.

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