Are You Drinking? Comments

" are you drinking? " he will ask. " are you getting your exercise, your vitamins? " I think that I am just ill with life. life and its vows..... tony

I think that I am just ill with life, the same stale yet fluctuating factors. even at the track a very fine poem. tony

Bukowski was no genius. He just told it as he saw it, and it usually worked well as poetry. I really like this one, especially the ending.

I used to be drinking often, but not now. Bukowski uses lower case letters, little punctuation, and he is usually successful with it. His liking of horse racing is again mentioned here. A poem which I like.

events consistency.the genius mind.

the same stale yet fluctuating factors. even at the track I watch the horses run by and it seems meaningless. thinking, life's situations. a very good poem. tony

greatly written- just an old guy just an old writer with a yellow notebook. something is walking across the floor toward me.

Do you drink? The doc will ask you for confirmation not for information. Here's a poet who was not at a loss for a muse anytime anywhere. I admire the acceptance he sounds of his advanced age and state of being. For what indeed does it help a man to age grumpily. Love this piece...

I think that I am just ill with life, the same stale yet fluctuating factors. I wonder how many people take alcohol because they are depressed with the mundane state of affairs that is life? Is the opposite of alcohol addiction, or any addiction, connection? He truly was a lonely man, and a powerful writer. I am enjoy his pessimistic view of the world - it's at times refreshing!

Depiction of life in a sort of devoid of meaning to be deserved of living. We are trapped in it like some be fooled Thanks for sharing.

Old yellow notebook- - He was writing from his bed- - - -Perhaps he was disillusioned with life, Perhaps feeling unwanted.Writing was the only escape route, He was drunk in poetry.

Great poem...I love it.

I've spent some time at Santa Anita Park. Watched my niece's graduation ceremony there. Placed a few bets. I hate horse races. Drive past it everyday for work and going to the mall. It's a beautiful place with a beautiful view of Mt. Wilson.

Anyone else think he thought death was coming for him and got excited only to be dissapointed it was his cat?

I f we stood side by side- -in a picture you would swear They are brothers Allan James Saywell Warm regards AJS

He makes the mundane and boring dark and beautiful, like the flight pattern of a wasp. My favorite poet for many years. RIP Buk.

Oh man, you have me described!

something is walking across the floor toward me. oh, it's just my cat this time. .................love the ending it gave me a laugh... I didn't expect that....excellent write .......and an awesome poem! ! !

Not his best... Rather dull and border-line shallow. I prefer other works of his.

Bukowski knew and expressed the heavy part of life as well as anyone could. This poem is a picture, some will see its meaning, and some will not. Either way it goes to a deeper place, and speaks honestly.