A very fine day was the last day of winter – a procession of extremo enjoyable activities.
Still high on post-yoga lustfulness and possibly even higher from having nothing but caffeine in my stomach, I was treated to fabulous and varied poetry readings at the Melbourne Writer’s Festival’s The Necessary Poet. Germaine Greer is one of only 3 people I’ve lined up to have sign books for me, and even though she shits me at times (please stop talking about Julia’s jackets, true though it is), I love her still. That glare. That glare! She sat on the panel of 6 waiting to read, and as we all filed in that look could have vaporised anyone or anything. I’m going to remember this the next time someone points out that I’m doing my involuntary death-stare.
Thanks to Omar Musa for introducing me to the poetry of Anne Sexton, and the joy of hearing poetry read with such masculinity – ooh la la… Melissa Cranenburgh provided a sad and sweet moment with her reading of Charles Bukowski’s Bluebird. It’s so fine to be reminded of something so fabulous, sitting forgotten on your own shelf, and there’s really nothing like being read to…
Bluebird
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?
{ 2 comments }
danielle 09.21.12 at 8:10 pm
I love this. Sadly, all my Bukowski is sitting in storage. I’m in limbo!
Patsyfox 09.21.12 at 8:20 pm
You must get them out! Are you slowly settling into new pad? How is it? x
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