This week’s Sunday Share is “death sat on my knee and cracked with laughter” by Charles Bukowski. Bukowski’s poetry has always resonated with me, not because of structure, form, or meter. It was the subject matter. I relate to his work more than other writers. This poem is included in the collection You Get so Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense. For copyright reasons, I have not included the entire poem in this post. Please follow the “Read More” link to purchase a copy of the book to read for yourself.
death sat on my knee and cracked with laughter
I was writing three short stories a week
and sending them to the Atlantic Monthly
they would all come back.
my money went for stamps and envelopes
and paper and wine
and I got so thin I used to
suck my cheeks
and they’d meet over the top of my
tongue (that’s when I thought about
Hamsun’s Hunger – where he ate his own
flesh; I once took a bite of my wrist
but it was very salty).
Anyhow, one night in Miami Beach (I
have no idea what I was doing in that
city) I had not eaten in 60 hours
and I took the last of my starving
went down to the corner grocery and
bought a loaf of bread.
I planned to chew each slice slowly –
as if each were a slice of turkey
or a luscious
and I got back to my room and
opened the wrapper and the
slices of bread were green
my party was not to be.
I just dumped the bread upon the
and I sat on that bed wondering about
the green mould, the
my rent money was used up and
I listened to all the sounds
of all the people in that
“Death Sat on My Knee and Cracked with Laughter.” You Get so Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, by Charles Bukowski, Black Sparrow, 2003, pp. 141–143.
This week’s Sunday Share is “A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem” by Sylvia Plath. A different take on Alice in Wonderland, Plath is a master of imagery and metaphor. I have found that much of my own writing is similar. I do not claim to be as skilled as Plath. More of her work can be found at The Best Poems Encyclopedia among many other poets.
A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem
I’m through with this grand looking-glass hotel
where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;
methinks I shall absent me for a while
from rhetoric of these rococo queens.
Item : chuck out royal rigmarole of props
and auction off each rare white-rabbit verb;
send my muse Alice packing with gaudy scraps
of mushroom simile and gryphon garb.
My native sleight-of-hand is wearing out :
mad hatter’s hat yields no new metaphor,
and jabberwock will not translate his songs :
it’s time to vanish like the cheshire cat
alone to that authentic island where
cabbages are cabbages; kings : kings.
Plath, Sylvia. “A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem.” The Best Poems Encyclopedia, The Best Poems Encyclopedia, 14 Jan. 2019, www.best-poems.net/sylvia-plath/sorcerer-bids-farewell-seem.html.
This week’s Sunday Share is [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e. e. cummings. I chose this poem because of its use of parentheses. It’s as if there are two poems in one. This poem inspired me to write one of my own, blending two poems into one with only parentheses separating each line. For copyright reasons, I have not included the entire poem in this post. Please follow the “Read More” link to read the entire poem.
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Cummings, E. E. “[i Carry Your Heart with Me(i Carry It in] by E. E….” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation, www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/49493/i-carry-your-heart-with-mei-carry-it-in.