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A Real Poet- or Maybe Not

Bukowski- genius or disturbed Can a syphallic, diseased mind mean as much to the written word As a budding garden of tomatoes, precisely handled- To the mind and to poetry? The tomatoes- a red plump juicy morsel grown with love and care- Diseased whore- dark nights, fist fights, spreads disease to innocent wife.- What really means more- to the poet and pen? A madman living the life, as did the poets of old. Experience all - happiness or strife. Some say he never wrote a lick, others call him genius and swear by it. Is there deeper meaning in his words- lucid and pragmatic? Or the weathering loneliness of a life gone wrong.

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Date: 3/11/2014 12:14:00 AM
What is art? In the eye of who's absorbing can tell it apart. You've raised the question with the answer in the wind. Was he really really or just reiteration that he sinned. Sometime or another, I think we all ask that of ourselves huh? An interesting write Amy. Peace. :)
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Date: 3/10/2014 6:52:00 PM
it's everything but i have yet to run into that tomato that inspires me. the whore sounds intresting though. but as for writing about my wife that i just gave something to. NO. I shall never write of that. john
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Amy Green
Date: 3/16/2014 11:55:00 PM
Dude, all I wrote was figuratively, Bukowski wrote like this literally. Get the idea?
Date: 3/9/2014 1:42:00 PM
Powerful questioned posed in a riveting way. Well done Amy!!
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