some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be money and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
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myself? I think what he's saying is, "Even a poet can get lucky every now and then and actually write a poem."
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Well, to be blunt the title means: The bitch took his poems and he is pissed. The whole thing says that his poems mean more than money. That he can get more of, he can never get those poems back. There is more, but I hate leaving long comments. The ending summed it all up nicely. Buk was a wonderful writer and his short stories were some of the best. The Great Zen Wedding being my favorite. Shutting up now.
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ok this is my first thoughts on this poem
Explination
I belive that Charles Bukowski is trying to express that the poet is maybe over looked "I see where I have made plenty of poets"
But he feels that someone took his poems and now he doesnt feel like they are his anymore. "next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:" this line to me states that he values his poems above all else! Im sure you have something like that in your life wether it be a stuffed animle or a item that used to belonge to a late friend or relitive. I hope that this was helpfull
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Johnathan
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Can anyone try explaining what this poem is supposed to mean? "To the whore who took my poems"
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