darlings of the word

2 poets from San Francisco (one
quite famous) are down here
and she’s gone out to hear
them.

I’m glad
at the moment
that
I don’t have to
read
anymore.

I never typed this
stuff
to get up and
read it to
the mob.

I used to read for the
$$$
it got the rent and the
drink
but when I hear of the
famous and the well-fed
still doing it
I marvel with
askance
at their
act.

it has always seemed
curious to me
that
the poets were
(are) such
extroverts

they love to
get up and
warble.

I once asked a
poet about this
itch
and he told me:
“it’s an old art-
form.  poets throughout
the centuries past
used to walk up and
down the streets
singing their works,
their madrigals.   poetry
belongs to the people.”

“I don’t know about that,”
I said, “but I guess even
writing for the printed
page is a form of
vanity.”

“poetry belongs to the
people,” he
repeated.

“all right,” I said,
“forget it.”…..

if I had wanted to be
an actor
I would have gone
to Hollywood.

the first act is
in the typing

and all that follows
is
propaganda:

the
teachings
the
teachers
the
readings never

will match what
began it…

2 poets from San
Francisco are
down here
now

so
far
down
here

now.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1982
Source
Original manuscript