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I had some weird dreams last night. One involved a comedy movie about a talking monkey that amused people by whacking off at inappropriate moments. In another I was sitting in something like a basement wet bar with someone who in the dream was my friend but whom I had never actually seen before, and we were watching a tape of assorted music videos he had made. The last video on the tape was a video Devo had never made - the Spud Boys were bouncing and singing along an animated desert landscape, with their faces animated on top of potatoes that were clad in the famous yellow suits (but no legs). Behind them stretched a vast army of potatoes, also bouncing along, with heads wrapped in rubber monkey masks.

What does it all mean? I mean, setting aside the simian theme, of course, that's obvious.

Air and Light and Time and Space

I read this Bukowski poem last night for the first time. I think it is true.


Air and Light and Time and Space

"–you know, I’ve either had a family, a job,
something has always been in the
way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have
a place and the time to
create."

no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine

or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,

you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown
away,

you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,

you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.

baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.

© Charles Bukowski, Black Sparrow Press