Lumpy pudding

Judging a poem is like judging a pudding or a machine. One demands that it work. Poetry succeeds because all or most of what is said or implied is relevant; what is irrelevant has been excluded, like lumps from pudding and 'bugs' from machinery. (Wimsatt & Beardsley)

Here we celebrate the excluded, lumpy parts of the pudding!

Aug 16, 2011 9:08pm
Cult poet and novelist Charles Bukowski - Aug. 16, 1920 - 1994… **** there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to each other one on one. the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor. we are afraid. our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides. or the terror of one person aching in one place alone untouched unspoken to watering a plant. — from Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977  **** Photo: We’ve had Bukowski writing, Bukowski drinking, Bukowski having sex - but today Buk is bucolic!

Cult poet and novelist Charles Bukowski - Aug. 16, 1920 - 1994…

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there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

— from Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977 

****

Photo: We’ve had Bukowski writing, Bukowski drinking, Bukowski having sex - but today Buk is bucolic!
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