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Question: How dagnabit true is this, the last few lines!?
To The Whore Who Took My Poems
by Charles Bukowski

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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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Not being a Bukowski nor a DMag, I can still identify intensely with this lament!.!.!.things are just things, material things, but to a poet, his words are his soul, his essense, his being!. They are priceless to him!. With no copies, she really took it all!.

The last lines being true!? Yes, when poets who have been called to be poets fail to get their words penned!. It doesn't help if it all stays inside, it has to be heard!.

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She was a whore
you knew the score
walked out the door
and now you're sore
don't be a bore
get off the floor
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i know i am not good!. but i try!. good ending!. it is very true!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

yeah that is why I keep out of the poetry biz Www@QuestionHome@Com

i guess!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

There is great truth in those last three lines, and the paucity and depth of responses (or lack thereof) I saw to TD's questions regarding the formal elements of poetic expression the other day suggests that those who weren't made by the Almighty have relatively little interest in being "self-made men (or women)" of poetry, i!.e!. learning the craft from the bottom up, as you know not the easiest thing to do always but an immensely rewarding one for the dividends it pays!. More's the pity, eh!? So many who profess their love, so few who understand what it is they profess, and fewer yet who will bow their heads and think!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com