Posted by: Tom Triumph | September 6, 2014

212. the genius of the crowd: Charles Bukowski

I don’t know if the title is capitalized or not. It is where I got it from, but I suspect that’s wrong, or an auto-function of the website.

Bukowski is probably not one of the most middle school appropriate poets you will come across, but doesn’t mean your students should be denied genius where it falls.

Like many of my age, I first encountered him through Mickey Rourke’s portrayal of him in the mediocre independent movie “Barfly”. Ah, 1987. That was when Rourke was huge, and the advent of home video gave independent films you’d have never seen a second life and a certain cache. I remember that when Bukowski died, papers printed a publicity photo of Rourke next to the announcements. Anyway….

So, watch out for the references of not listening to preachers or whatever else is in here that will offend your particular community. Know this, because you need a job and your students need you.  

But, here’s something you might use.

the genius of the crowd
Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

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