Friday, September 19, 2008
charles bukowski's bluebird
i think that at some point everyone becomes aware of carrying a trapped spirit around inside. while their exterior suggests this spirit is alive and well, they carry the secret knowledge that not all of it is out there where it can live and nurture and grow in fullness. there are many good and valid reasons for this that have as much to do with having tasted the results of allowing their spirit to fly unfettered in a world that is not entirely equipped to manage so much all at once, as it does with protecting what is most valued, most beautiful and most sacred about oneself.
charles bukowski died 14 years ago and yet his words which captured the rich yet grubby confluence of writing, alcohol, relationships, and the drudgery of work in general magically live on. his poem "the bluebird" locks the knowing of the experience of protecting, hiding, encapsulating the inner spirit into a short and powerful piece of writing.
the bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart
that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
i say, stay in there,
i'm not going
to let anybody
see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart
that wants to get out
but i pour whiskey on him
and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know
that he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart
that wants to get out
but i'm too tough for him,
i say,
stay down,
do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in
europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but i'm too clever, i only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
i say, i know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then i put him back,
but he's singing a little in there,
i haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together
like that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but i don't weep,
do you?
here's "the bluebird" read by bukowski . . .
and if you head here you’ll get to hear those same words put to the music of muse, delibes’ “flower duet”, and bob dylan’s “man of constant sorrow” in an utterly beautiful mashup crafted by the talented and reclusive phil retrospector whose other tunes can be heard over at phil's myspace site.
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2 comments:
Thanks for the kind words Steven, means a lot. Keep on Rawkin'
-Phil retroSpector
phil - i don't know how you make as much good music as you do but keep on bangin' out the mash!!
steven
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