Share: a great poem: The magic curse by Bukowski

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I just bought a book of Charles Bukowsi’s: You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.

I found in it a magic poem, which resonated with me.

The magic curse

I never liked skid-row and so I stayed away from the soup

Kitchens, the bloodbanks and all the so-called hand-

Outs.

 

I got so god damned thin that if

I turned sidewise it was hard to see my shadow under a

Hard noon sun.

 

It didn’t matter to me so long as I stayed away from the

Crowd

And even down there it was a

Successful and unsuccessful

Crowd.

I don’t think I was insane

But many of the

Insane think

That

But I think

Now

If anything saved me

It was the avoidance of the

Crowd

It was my

Food

Still

Is.

Get me in a room with more than

3 people

I tend to act

Ill

Odd.

 

I once

Even asked my wife: look, I must be

Sick… perhaps I ought to see a

Shrink?

 

Christ, I said, he might cure me

And then what would I

Do?

 

She just looked at me and we forgot the

Whole

Thing.

 

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