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I invented the Cheese Bukowski.

I invented my own cheeseburger and I’m damned proud.  I was going to call it “the Nolan Burger,” but that sounds too much like the “nothing burger” of today’s political parlance.  Then I was going to call it “the Roanoker,” but there is actually a restaurant here by that name.  (I could swear one of the local sandwich shops also has a sandwich called “the Roanoker” — maybe McAlister’s?)

So it’s the Cheese Bukowsi.  (I’d like to think old Charles would be happy with that.)

Here’s the recipe:

  1. Begin cooking only after sleeping late.  “Never get out of bed before noon.”
  2. Fry a burger only until it’s somewhat rare.
  3. Fry some thinly sliced hamsteak alongside the burger in the same pan.  Cook the hamsteak until it’s crispy and well done.
  4. Drape the hamsteak over the burger, and add two thick slices of Muenster cheese.  (If available, make it Boar’s Head brand.)
  5. If the grease in the pan sizzles and pops to burn your hand, just grin and bear it.  ““What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.”
  6. Offer to cook them for your buddies.  Because they’re pretty chill.
  7. Enjoy!  Chillax for a bit before moving on to the day’s tasks.  ““My ambition is handicapped by laziness.”

Remember to carry out all of the above with STYLE, God damn it!!!!!  “To do a dull thing with style — now that’s what I call art.”

 

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“Fear the Walking Dead Poets Society?” With music by Glenn Miller?

Besides its references to Charles Bukowski, Sunday’s episode of “Fear the Walking Dead” also referenced Hughes Mearns’ haunting poem, “Antigonish.”  I might have run this poem on the blog before; it is often referred to as “I Met a Man Who Wasn’t There.”  (This is the piece that the character Phil is reciting when he is found by the search party.)

Strangely enough, I discovered just now that Mearns’ poem was set to music by none other than Glenn Miller himself.  Miller entitled his 1939 jazz adaptation “The Little Man Who Wasn’t There,” which is another individual line in the poem.

Now all we need is zombie prep school lit students in the next episode.

 

Antigonish,” by Hughes Mearns

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…

 

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“Bluebird,” by Charles Bukowski

Bluebird,” by Charles Bukowski

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?

 

 

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“Live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”

— Charles Bukowski

 

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“safe,” by Charles Bukowski

“safe,” by Charles Bukowski

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can’t save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

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