Monday, January 13, 2003

A Radio With Guts Comments

Rating: 3.3

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
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Charles Bukowski
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M Asim Nehal 05 July 2021

Unconventional style of writing.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 29 March 2021

3) The tennisplayer in my tennisclub died of liver cerosis, most alcoholics die of this disease. Very sad.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 29 March 2021

Despite his drunkeness CB could write attractive and lovely poems, most melancholic, but his poems are fascinating!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 29 March 2021

Constantly being drunk, a person can write poems though, like the tennis player in my tennisclub played tennis like in a normal state. I have the idea that CB also did like that.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 29 March 2021

Charles Bukowski was most of the time constantly drunk, I must conclude he of course could write a simple poem with an easy story and to be noticed here, the content of this poem is attractive. This poem is in its being modest, very fascinating. I knew once a tennisplaer in my tennis club

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Deluke Muwanigwa 29 March 2021

Lol. A typical drunk

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Rajnish Manga 05 July 2019

Nothing idealistic here. It is all about a common who is driven more by his instinct than by his brain. Thanks for the poem being shared.

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Khairul Ahsan 05 July 2019

An innocent alcoholic? Not much of trouble had he created, instead wrote a nice poem when drunk, or about his drunkenness.

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Ramesh T A 05 July 2019

A fine example of modern poem it is indeed! Thanks for sharing here!

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Malabika Ray Choudhury 05 July 2019

Fascinating poem by Charles Bukowski! What an honest description of a drunken man throwing a radio out through the window, and the radio still playing music! The exceptional nature, sensitivity and variety of his topics (e.g. A Smile To Remember) are incomparable! My Favourite Poet!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2019

CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. To the poet's closest descendants. May he rest in peace. Amen..

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2019

I've enjoyed so much this famous poem about his being an alcoholist. That Radio with GUTS is of course kept in a Special Home for his special attributes, the Attributes of a famous Poet Charles Bukowski. I have known an excellent tennis player who daily drinks all day long till he died all of a sudden one day, as with all alcoholists, .Avon

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2019

Like the famous poet Bukowski, this alcoholist in Mumbai, India, drinks all day long, and UNLIKE Bukowski, this alcoholist is stalking all innocent women all the time, and is constantly LYING. Wished he were like Bukowski, then no one will be bullied but every one can read his poems. But he is not a poet nor a psychologist as he told he is.

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Tom Allport 05 July 2019

The music of life still plays on?

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2019

That constant bullier on PH is constantly LYING because then he got money from the church where he lives in Mumbay Bay. He constantly lies only for the sake of drinking. He is a heavy alcoholist. I am sure he is the devil in own being, devils can have different names, like his is AVON DASH and still resides in MUMBAI in India. God IS.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2019

Most fascinating to read than to live with under one roof. His being drunk is that he had always been pretty to his woman, and we call this a GOOD DRINKER, of course he IS an alcoholic, every day he is drunk, like that Bullier here on PH who lives in Mumbay Bay and uses money from the church while this church is collecting for the orphans in the orphanage. This drunkard, a heavy alcoholic, his name is AVON DASH and he is still there.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 05 July 2019

Bukowski and his poems, and the naked woman and the broken window and the RADIO with GUTS, all used as figures in his poems while he was sober. When he got drunk, the radio was thrown out of the window and the window glass was broken each time he got drunk. This poem is from his sane period, methinks. Most Fascinating

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Mahtab Bangalee 05 July 2019

music plays a heart rhythm for the love the woman the Radio gifts all in one moment.........! ///

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 July 2019

The garden in her bathing suit! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Jane Campion 05 July 2019

What humor. What imagery.

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