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Oh man, oh man, oh man. Eli's set blew me away. Mainly because of that small excerpt of poem in her intro. One of my faves. She's so pretty.



I'm going to post another Bukowski poem, because I love it. Mmmmm.

The Ants

I was down by the mill at last,
and I saw a rabbit go by
and a rotten log
and a rotten heart,
and I sat and smoked on a stump
and I watched the ants;
the ants are everywhere
picking up the dead,
their dead and the other dead,
cleaning up the earth,
and the sky was the same old
pale blue
like a weak water color,
and a couple of clouds,
fat and senseless;
and I took out the bottle
and the notebook
and I was a man a thousand years old,
and a thousand years back
or a thousand years ahead,
and I looked down into the oil of water
and the sun came back
painting blurs in my head,
showing me who was master
and how weak I was
and I put my hand flat on the dirt
palm up
and the ants came up
and touched
and passed around
so I guessed that I was not dead,
but no, there was one,
he came up and climbed
and I could feel the thin hair-legs
as he climbed
both of us brilliant in the sunlight,
and then down he went in the dirt,
and he ran ahead,but the next one ran
up my sleeve and then out,
and then stood there in my palm, blind,
looking up at me, and while he stood there
another came and touched his feelers
and they talked about me,
and then came a third and a fourth
and I felt their excitement:
this palm in the dust could be theirs,
and I rose with a curse
and pinched and blew them off
like the idiots they were:
their time would come to share with the worm,
but this time was mine!
but no matter that I walked off into the pines
and frightened a squirell,
they had said,
they'd had their say
and I was done.


Hmmm. If you actually read that, what did you think? My basis for humor, for everything, is a concept similar to what I draw from that poem. Perverse? hmmmm...

Life is funny and terrible in so many ways. Don't mind me. I'm feeling really strange.