@@papa_pt maybe what makes the story exceptional, is the fact that it persuaded you into wasting your precious story telling time, just so you could try to virtually put others down for connecting on what they love.
He's talking about Night Train, Ripple, or Thunderbird. Those give you an instant hangover. They all taste like Wine + Clorox Bleach, but they're cheaper than a beer and get you messed up fast.
When you feel like all is lost and you are in your darkest hours, know Bukowski was lower than that and he turned those lemons into lemonade. So can you
During the worst hangover of my life I felt so stupid to have done that to myself, so helpless in my misery, that I made a vow that day which I have kept to this day: Never get drunk on the really cheap stuff again.
It absolutely makes a difference, people say vodka is vodka etc but that's not true. Drinking a bottle of $5 Vladimir or a bottle of Smirnoff you'll know that it ain't worth saving that $15 lol.
Beside being a heavy drinker, Henry was a very based man. Amazingly straight and based ! I mean . . . he believed not in god but in HIMSELF - and got success with it . . . finally . . .
I love Buk, once in awhile, especially in his early work, he could write such agonizingly beautiful stuff. I totally agree with him about the professor/intellectual types killing the poem, and writing's joy in general. I think Mr. Pelton there had an alcoholic parent. If writing is to be read by the masses, and not just aristocrats, then it should be written in common language that anyone can understand an be touched by. Just an nobody's opinion.
@@liambutler9427 God's write like Gods, and drunks write like drunks. I agree with both of your points. And I love Bukowski's writing, the poetry particularly. It is possibly one of the greatest tragedies that illiteracy is rife amongst the working class. And, by antithesis, reading is a cornerstone of "Aristocratic" life. If this were to change, we would very likely see the class system itself dissolve, as the bias ignorant mentality that holds it up would be no longer.
The Script Writer get off your horn, blowhard. God your dull. The exact soul that should forgo the pen awhile and take up drink instead, level that big head.
@@thescriptwriter824 dude I agree but c'mon drop the thesaurus. "be no longer" why not just say disappear? There's something to be said for brevity you know
@@MrDawnRise Life not working out for you huh? You sound like every fucking You tube response I've ever heard. Petty little reactive kid whose only talent is hate. ....lol you maggot, seriously don't ever think about writing.
Ah yes my dear friend, I too sip tea on a Sunday afternoon and read some of my favorite passages of his, listen to this: "In the pallid light of the moonless night, beneath the shadow of mountains long dead, I inscribed their names with trembling hands. The air quivered with whispers, the tongue of Those Who Dwell Beyond. I could not unhear the cries of the unborn, their weeping was a torrent that clawed at the confines of my sanity. I saw in my dreams the cyclopean cities rising from oceans blacker than the abyss, their spires dripping with ichor of a time before time. "The veil between the worlds is thin, oh wanderer, thinner than the membrane of an unhatched egg. And in the hours when the stars align in wicked angles, they seep through-the Formless, the Nameless. They carry neither mercy nor malice, only the blind hunger of eternity. To call upon Them is to strip oneself of all that binds mortal flesh to the world of the living. Yet I did so, driven by madness and greed. I shaped the glyphs, the elder sigils taught to me in a language spoken by throats now long turned to dust. "Fools call me mad, but I tell you, there is no madness like understanding. For in the black depths of comprehension lies horror absolute. The crawling chaos came to me, amorphous and infinite, and it spoke. It spoke not with words but with a resonance that shattered my will and fused my soul with shadows eternal. ‘Speak our name no more,’ it commanded, ‘lest you awaken the sleeper beneath the waves, whose breath is a storm and whose gaze is oblivion.’ Yet I had already spoken, and the gates are now unbarred. What I saw beyond them cannot be unseen. "Take heed of this, o seeker of things forbidden. Beyond the thresholds lie only despair and the churning, formless ones who crave what little light remains in this decaying cosmos. Close your book, burn your maps, and pray that the ancient winds carry my words away. But if you must persist, know this: The price of their knowledge is not your life-it is far, far worse. And the words, etched in blood upon the stones of my delirium, are these: Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Yog-Sothoth! Cthulhu fhtagn! They are awake, and so too shall your end be." Isn’t it lovely my friend, I have soon to discover more, chery ho!
Try Hunter S. Thompson, too if you haven't already! I read "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" on a plane and was cackling like a hyena the whole flight. 🙃✈️
I'm 57. I haven't drank alcohol in years because the medication for my opioid addiction just stopped me enjoying a drink, but I remember my worst hangover vividly. I found a drink called Night Train Express in an off licence, so I bought it and drank it before someone brought out a bottle of 4 Roses Bourbon. That was 30 years ago, and I can remember the horror of the hangover in Tecnicolor.
I well remember Night Train, I'm rich enough now that I don't even know if they still make fortified wines with ironic names. I had two careers first with the Post Office Department and then with the Postal Service, and so somehow feel that I am a better person because of the identity I feel with him.
@@johnfogarty91 Fortified wines, think 40 proof and $1.00 a pint last I bought any, Thunderbird, MD 2020, a whole world of drunkenness. No apologies from folks who drink them, looking down on the Sterno folks though 🙂
This man is an inspiration to me. Im not exactly sure why, but he is. I think its because he's proof that no matter how shitty life could get, you can power through it and be successful.
This guy drank heavily everyday of his adult life plus he chain smoked. He still lived to 74. Since I was a Dilaudid and morphine addict for 30 years I should at least make 80.
My worst hangover was when I drank whiskey with a couple of friends mixed with Dr Pepper. My girlfriend was away for the weekend visiting her mom. The next day when she got home around 4 in the afternoon, I was still in bed. The hangover lasted for about one and a half day. My head would just not stop pounding and I had some trouble breathing.
this clip used to be a part of a longer video, it was like a collection of clips that all started off with that piano jingle. does anyone know where I can find this longer version?
Adam Kirsch (of the New Yorker) is Exactly the type of "literary person" Bukowski attacked in many of his poems. And he didn't care much for New York either.
I watched this many years ago, searched for it with the exact title to the video to no prevail. Couple years later here I am & it finally popped up. It must have been removed for a while or something. "I felt better, maybe because I was right." Haha.
he just described a suicide in a well dressed man floating and sinking down in the air...'because a body doesn't fall very fast'...so i am sure they look at each other, both confused..one because of the hangover, the other because he didn't expect to see someone he doesn't know, but still as if he was his last friend... then the feeling of relief when Jane believes him.. In a second or two, there are so many different feelings...if he was sober, he probably didn't have the time to feel all of them..
The worst hangovers are the ones when you literally wish (and think it actually might happen, kinda wishing for it) you died, out of nausea, "he said steel" something, well, I call it "an axe in the head", that's it, not being able to get out of your bed for 12-14 hours (after waking up), except maybe for puking and going to toillete, with great effort..... Then second day you're still tired. And I'm 33 now, I was around 20-25 then. It happened to me only 3 times in my life, the worst kind you can get. ..and I was seasoned, putting many people "under the table", they just couldn't follow.
How can anyone drink so much and live so long?. My brother-in-law was an alcoholic, he died in his 50’s. Maybe they are too mean to die, too despicable, self entitled...life owes me life, therefore I refuse to die. I have read some Of his work....so raw, pitiful, disgusting...yet, I find it somewhat enlightening, I love him...then I hate him. perhaps this is what we all are, perhaps this is what I am. I just don’t have the cajones to accept it, to realize it in an honest way. And if I did , then what?
One time I was walking home from a bar after it had closed and just vomited all over the front step in front of a law office door nearby. I bet they were used to coming in to work and finding something like that there. That memory always makes me laugh hysterically 😆
The only thing you can do for a hangover is to drink a couple beers and puke it all out. Order an extra large pizza and drinks tons of soda and eat every bit of the pizza the crust everything. Gives you a little bit of sugar for the blood rise and then a crash of more sleep. Thats about it, thats all i could figure out and i drank for years on end.
A huge collection of these clips used to be available on one video, but it’s since disappeared. Anyone know where to find this? I’d buy it if it was for sale.
I love how he says he didn't look out the window because he was feeling bad due to a bad hangover, yet there was some man that fell two stories onto concrete that was having a way worse day. 😆. I watched this video years ago & tried finding for months even though I found it typing the same title into the search bar that I did before. R.I.P. Bukowski! 😁🍻.
All I see is him laughing at everyone. Just a drunk who doesn't give a $#&$ about anything but getting drunk, has a talent for writing, and amusing himself with how they fall over themselves to share in his talent. Still, I'd have a beer with him.
Telling a painful story has a healing effect...watching someone commit suicide would require many tellings to heal...that was probably the hundredth time he told that one
It's a freezing December morning in Columbia MO. I'm laying down in my bed in a cheap motel, couple hundred yards from a gas station. I am shaking, covered with sweat, vomiting. Blood pressure is over the roof. I stink like shit. The only thing I want is to sleep, but I can't. After 6 hours of the fight, I stand up, dress, and trail to the gas station to buy Jack Daniels. I know that it will certainly kill me, but I can't function without it. I am back to the motel, not much money left, but I want only one, be able to sleep. I drink a little bit of whisky, but it goes straight to the sink, I vomit. But some part of it came to my system. It's getting a bit better, but not much. After half of the bottle I blackout. I wake up in the night, shaking even more. I am dying... I hear voices, I see images. It's hell. It was the New Year of 1997. I supposed to go to Pennsylvania from Manhattan KS. Greyhound round trip ticket tool me only till MO.
I’m not sure what’s worse, those really bad infrequent hangovers or the withdrawal after a month of dodging hangovers by drinking as soon as you wake up and until you go to bed.
His voice was really nice ! Beside being a heavy drinker, Henry was a very based man. Amazingly straight and based ! I mean . . . he believed not in god but in HIMSELF - and got success with it . . . finally . . .
I can always remember my cousins wedding I’ve never felt that hungover in a hotel room with my wife and new born son it was the worst mourning I’ve ever had I’m not gonna say day because I rallied and ended up with an okey afternoon after some medicine and a nap
The way he modulates his voice and paces the words is just like the way he writes. Miss ya' dude.
His head was on top and the feet with the...and he was all lined up. He dropped right by the window.
His storytelling is exactly the same as his poetry. I cannot distinguish one from another and it feels good.
Thats one of the reasons I love Bukowski, he cant help but spout poetic verse. Some people just speak in poetry
🤔 nothing exceptional about this story telling
That's why i like him
@@papa_pt maybe what makes the story exceptional, is
the fact that it persuaded you into wasting your precious story telling time,
just so you could try to virtually put others down for connecting on what they love.
@@monstro6039 tastes/art are beyond criticism eh. If anything it's a critique of the piece and Bukowski not ad hominem
“Cheap wine, many bottles”
Suddenly I can feel the hangover myself
He's talking about Night Train, Ripple, or Thunderbird. Those give you an instant hangover. They all taste like Wine + Clorox Bleach, but they're cheaper than a beer and get you messed up fast.
I love how he can state the most horrible things so plainly.
🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷 🍷😰
It’s called desperation
The majority of his life was horror and suffering, so it was all normal to him.
Self pity, 😞.
😂😂
When you feel like all is lost and you are in your darkest hours, know Bukowski was lower than that and he turned those lemons into lemonade. So can you
Lemons into a 'lemon drop..' Cheers!!
Lower than anyone else? I know you mean well, but if you actually think that then you've gotta open your eyes.
demons into demonade
Thank you
Bro he kept those lemons, there's no juice just you Bukowski and those lemon trees. That's what made him great he told it how it is.
During the worst hangover of my life I felt so stupid to have done that to myself, so helpless in my misery, that I made a vow that day which I have kept to this day: Never get drunk on the really cheap stuff again.
Atta boy
It absolutely makes a difference, people say vodka is vodka etc but that's not true. Drinking a bottle of $5 Vladimir or a bottle of Smirnoff you'll know that it ain't worth saving that $15 lol.
@@JesseSprague-cc3sy ehh i don't know about that but fundamentally one does get what they pay for...i can't tell.
@@JesseSprague-cc3sy At some point of getting fucked up, it doesn't really matter if it's cheap or expensive, the hangover is gonna be deathly
LOL
No idea why this is in my recommended but I guess UA-cam knows my current situation
You will be well
Stay strong brother. Please.
Hang in there man. We’re really all in this together. Best
they do. I have been going through a lot of shit and my recommendations are all recently on theme.
@@alexgalloway9310 If your youtube is connected to you're gmail and google then thats why
Bukowski's so profound, that when he feels like he is dying from a hangover, someone else actually kills himself.
So contagious
This is a great take ... very insightful.
hahahaahhahahahahaha
😂😂
Great comment.
...great comment.
Man, those hangovers get worse as you get older, too. I’m in my mid 40s and a hangover feels like a medical episode.😂🥴🤢🤮😵💀
He has the strangest charisma and a very enticing way of story telling.
Beside being a heavy drinker, Henry was a very based man. Amazingly straight and based ! I mean . . . he believed not in god but in HIMSELF - and got success with it . . . finally . . .
Well he’s a writer. They specialize in beautiful narrative
I love Buk, once in awhile, especially in his early work, he could write such agonizingly beautiful stuff. I totally agree with him about the professor/intellectual types killing the poem, and writing's joy in general. I think Mr. Pelton there had an alcoholic parent. If writing is to be read by the masses, and not just aristocrats, then it should be written in common language that anyone can understand an be touched by. Just an nobody's opinion.
Lisa O. Davis Fair point, but what about Shakespeare, James Joyce, TS Eliot? They’re not written in layman’s terms and they are Gods of Literature?
@@liambutler9427 God's write like Gods, and drunks write like drunks. I agree with both of your points. And I love Bukowski's writing, the poetry particularly. It is possibly one of the greatest tragedies that illiteracy is rife amongst the working class. And, by antithesis, reading is a cornerstone of "Aristocratic" life. If this were to change, we would very likely see the class system itself dissolve, as the bias ignorant mentality that holds it up would be no longer.
The Script Writer get off your horn, blowhard. God your dull. The exact soul that should forgo the pen awhile and take up drink instead, level that big head.
@@thescriptwriter824 dude I agree but c'mon drop the thesaurus. "be no longer" why not just say disappear? There's something to be said for brevity you know
@@MrDawnRise Life not working out for you huh? You sound like every fucking You tube response I've ever heard. Petty little reactive kid whose only talent is hate. ....lol you maggot, seriously don't ever think about writing.
"...and that's all there is"
*piano*
"I went to the refrigerator and got a beer" lol :)
Of course he would do that.
Wine hangovers are particularly brutal. ☝️🥴🍷🍷🍷
Lol yes, they are. Whiskey hangovers are probably the worst kind, though.
Tuna sandwich the fucking headache whisky gives you the next day. Fuck that. Never again.
@James Darmor Well worth it.
Ron Bacardi's hangovers are also pure hell
It’s all about PRE hydration. Very little you can do next day hangover raging. Maybe aspirin and shit loads of sleep
Charles Bukowski was a brilliant poet. His subject was always TRUTH. He had a unique view of life from the bottom up. A literary giant. RIP CB...
Ah yes my dear friend, I too sip tea on a Sunday afternoon and read some of my favorite passages of his, listen to this:
"In the pallid light of the moonless night, beneath the shadow of mountains long dead, I inscribed their names with trembling hands. The air quivered with whispers, the tongue of Those Who Dwell Beyond. I could not unhear the cries of the unborn, their weeping was a torrent that clawed at the confines of my sanity. I saw in my dreams the cyclopean cities rising from oceans blacker than the abyss, their spires dripping with ichor of a time before time.
"The veil between the worlds is thin, oh wanderer, thinner than the membrane of an unhatched egg. And in the hours when the stars align in wicked angles, they seep through-the Formless, the Nameless. They carry neither mercy nor malice, only the blind hunger of eternity. To call upon Them is to strip oneself of all that binds mortal flesh to the world of the living. Yet I did so, driven by madness and greed. I shaped the glyphs, the elder sigils taught to me in a language spoken by throats now long turned to dust.
"Fools call me mad, but I tell you, there is no madness like understanding. For in the black depths of comprehension lies horror absolute. The crawling chaos came to me, amorphous and infinite, and it spoke. It spoke not with words but with a resonance that shattered my will and fused my soul with shadows eternal. ‘Speak our name no more,’ it commanded, ‘lest you awaken the sleeper beneath the waves, whose breath is a storm and whose gaze is oblivion.’ Yet I had already spoken, and the gates are now unbarred. What I saw beyond them cannot be unseen.
"Take heed of this, o seeker of things forbidden. Beyond the thresholds lie only despair and the churning, formless ones who crave what little light remains in this decaying cosmos. Close your book, burn your maps, and pray that the ancient winds carry my words away. But if you must persist, know this: The price of their knowledge is not your life-it is far, far worse. And the words, etched in blood upon the stones of my delirium, are these: Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Yog-Sothoth! Cthulhu fhtagn! They are awake, and so too shall your end be."
Isn’t it lovely my friend, I have soon to discover more, chery ho!
Here you go UA-cam: I'm watching it.
Me too haha. I don’t know why!
I can listen to him describe anything! His delivery was one of a kind, much like Hunter S. Thompson! R.I.P. to both MEN!
and R.I.P. to the guy who jumped out the window
The only author that's made me cry with laughter
Try Hunter S. Thompson, too if you haven't already! I read "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" on a plane and was cackling like a hyena the whole flight. 🙃✈️
I'm 57. I haven't drank alcohol in years because the medication for my opioid addiction just stopped me enjoying a drink, but I remember my worst hangover vividly. I found a drink called Night Train Express in an off licence, so I bought it and drank it before someone brought out a bottle of 4 Roses Bourbon. That was 30 years ago, and I can remember the horror of the hangover in Tecnicolor.
@@mloc-u8u That album which has Night Train on it, is an iconic album ! I did not know, that this song was about cheap alcohol, though.
Guns n roses wrote a song about Night Train
I well remember Night Train, I'm rich enough now that I don't even know if they still make fortified wines with ironic names. I had two careers first with the Post Office Department and then with the Postal Service, and so somehow feel that I am a better person because of the identity I feel with him.
@@johnfogarty91 Fortified wines, think 40 proof and $1.00 a pint last I bought any, Thunderbird, MD 2020, a whole world of drunkenness. No apologies from folks who drink them, looking down on the Sterno folks though 🙂
Sub?
imagine being so low down u just look out the window watching someone die and just saying fuck it ill get a beer
Bro I can hardly imagine feeling any other way hah
@@crackthefoundation_same, bro, same.
Would have been kinda nice for one of them to call 911.
Empathy is not a long-term effect of extreme alcohol consumption.
BrianNIL : Empathy for anyone, is not a virtue of Hank, unless for himself of course.
How would that help? The guy's dead.
I'm sure there were plenty on the ground to see him
Only 50% of the population was covered by 911 in 1987, might not have been able to. Certainly wasn't an immediate reaction of people yet...
This is where it happened and that’s all there is. Life.
You fucking ruined it adding "Life"
Weldon Mix Agree
@@readmelancholystrumpetmaster highly agree
This man is an inspiration to me. Im not exactly sure why, but he is. I think its because he's proof that no matter how shitty life could get, you can power through it and be successful.
Here's to f**kin up!
With style.... 😎 👌 ✨️
@@mr.jazzbodkelsey58 Lol. Cheers my friend! :)
Yep. - - -> see Hermann Hesse -> ABRAXAS !
@@musicisbrillianthow are you going a year later music is brilliant ?
What makes this story believable is the ending when he says, "I still didn't look out the window because I was feeling bad."
right after he said he got a beer and felt better lol
@@sinane.y LOL But "better" after the worst hangover ever still sucks
If you know the area he's in, it's not too surprising. People used to get thrown off roofs in that area all the time when I lived there.
👍 brilliant. reading, listening to this guy is always a treat.
Winter in the UK..Buk is a good tonic.
He was all lined up and falling through the air. Love it
I dry heaved today for hours and then this shows up for recommendation, OK sure
Don't be a victim. Be a survivor. God bless!
What a great story.
When it comes to alcohol, you get what you pay for. So true...
What a profound vow. Highly spirit-ual.
This guy drank heavily everyday of his adult life plus he chain smoked. He still lived to 74. Since I was a Dilaudid and morphine addict for 30 years I should at least make 80.
🤞
He talks exactly how he writes.
And writes just how he talks 😢
Ham on Rye is one of the great works of American literature. I think it will outlast the work of many better known writers of our time.
My worst hangover was when I drank whiskey with a couple of friends mixed with Dr Pepper. My girlfriend was away for the weekend visiting her mom. The next day when she got home around 4 in the afternoon, I was still in bed. The hangover lasted for about one and a half day. My head would just not stop pounding and I had some trouble breathing.
Soda really is bad for you
@@BigBadJerryRogers I never drink soda.
First book I read of his was Women. It took off from the get go and I was hooked.
this clip used to be a part of a longer video, it was like a collection of clips that all started off with that piano jingle. does anyone know where I can find this longer version?
It's on tubi
this was fun to watch and listen to. he was a great poet.
I'm glad this is back up to view.
Wonderful date! She wasn't a keeper - neither were you. But love's like that. Great clip. Thanks for posting this new art for the world to see.
Adam Kirsch (of the New Yorker) is Exactly the type of "literary person" Bukowski attacked in many of his poems.
And he didn't care much for New York either.
THINK HE SAID THEY TALKED TO FAST
When people say ‘They’re just born with IT’
This is what they mean.
Eh , what is this about ?
I somehow just found bukowski at 33. I love this guy.
You're 36 now and I'm the next 33 year old just finding Bukowski!
I watched this many years ago, searched for it with the exact title to the video to no prevail. Couple years later here I am & it finally popped up. It must have been removed for a while or something.
"I felt better, maybe because I was right." Haha.
he just described a suicide in a well dressed man floating and sinking down in the air...'because a body doesn't fall very fast'...so i am sure they look at each other, both confused..one because of the hangover, the other because he didn't expect to see someone he doesn't know, but still as if he was his last friend...
then the feeling of relief when Jane believes him..
In a second or two, there are so many different feelings...if he was sober, he probably didn't have the time to feel all of them..
The worst hangovers are the ones when you literally wish (and think it actually might happen, kinda wishing for it) you died, out of nausea, "he said steel" something, well, I call it "an axe in the head", that's it, not being able to get out of your bed for 12-14 hours (after waking up), except maybe for puking and going to toillete, with great effort..... Then second day you're still tired. And I'm 33 now, I was around 20-25 then. It happened to me only 3 times in my life, the worst kind you can get. ..and I was seasoned, putting many people "under the table", they just couldn't follow.
How can anyone drink so much and live so long?. My brother-in-law was an alcoholic, he died in his 50’s. Maybe they are too mean to die, too despicable, self entitled...life owes me life, therefore I refuse to die.
I have read some Of his work....so raw, pitiful, disgusting...yet, I find it somewhat enlightening, I love him...then I hate him. perhaps this is what we all are, perhaps this is what I am. I just don’t have the cajones to accept it, to realize it in an honest way. And if I did , then what?
How edgy
Joe Navanodo You just explained what it is like to own an Italian car.
Ask ol' Keef.
@@danhalfhill9169 yes ahahhaha.
@@danhalfhill9169 LOL FIAT= Fix It Again Tony!!
I've had a few terrible hangovers. Hair of the dog was something i never considered. Usually I wouldn't touch a drink for weeks.
Same here
+2
It's an alcoholism thing- this means you likely didn't/don't have a dependency on alcohol. It's actually fascinating from a physiological perspective
Well you have to have more to drink the next day, it revives the corpse. Just not enough to make it into a corpse again.
I love Bukowski!
One time I was walking home from a bar after it had closed and just vomited all over the front step in front of a law office door nearby. I bet they were used to coming in to work and finding something like that there. That memory always makes me laugh hysterically 😆
I told you so.😂😂😂
Anybody thinking like damn this a story about a awful hangover then all of a sudden this guy fully dressed jumped off the roof damn.
Was I the only one laughing when he said he felt better because he was right? Lol That was like a mini victory for all boyfriends and husbands!
beautiful words and spoken well, pour one for the homies
I’ve only had several catastrophic hangovers- Covid felt exactly like that.
I like how Bukowski can tell a comical story about a horrible day.
LOL! Henry is the author I've read the most about. Really funny and exotic for me, his stuff.
Henry?
The only thing you can do for a hangover is to drink a couple beers and puke it all out. Order an extra large pizza and drinks tons of soda and eat every bit of the pizza the crust everything. Gives you a little bit of sugar for the blood rise and then a crash of more sleep. Thats about it, thats all i could figure out and i drank for years on end.
The key to avoiding hangovers is to urinate all the alcohol before you fall asleep.
'''and thats all there is"
lol it kinda reminded me of the ending of a looney toons cartoon
BIM BIM BIM
Rishi The Great ew.
i am laughing so hard right now, because of your comment :D
Just because "guess what" ? good lord !
What’s bim
Yes
Thanks Bukowski, very cool
Weird. His voice is so far from the one I hear in my head when reading his work
Agreed! I thought he'd sound a little rougher.
I wanted him to sound like Mickey Rourke in Barfly.
siulumlion That was a good film. Though I preferred Factotum where he’s played by Matt Dillon
in my head his voice was just a motorcycle revving
Listen to him reciting some of his own poems. You will never hear a different voice in your head again reading Buk, i promise.
A huge collection of these clips used to be available on one video, but it’s since disappeared. Anyone know where to find this? I’d buy it if it was for sale.
Great post Lizbeth!!
This is one of the reasons I’m on UA-cam/ the internet; for random gems like this ! 👍😭🤔🤣3:17 ‘ this where it happened, and that’s all their is. ‘
I love how he says he didn't look out the window because he was feeling bad due to a bad hangover, yet there was some man that fell two stories onto concrete that was having a way worse day. 😆. I watched this video years ago & tried finding for months even though I found it typing the same title into the search bar that I did before. R.I.P. Bukowski! 😁🍻.
Five stories. I know the building he's talking about across from MacArthur Park
@@readmelancholystrumpetmaster That's so cool. I'd like to visit there one day. I'm sure the area is totally different now.
I still didn't look out the window you know.
that is the funniest line, come to think of it
Awesome 😎
All I see is him laughing at everyone. Just a drunk who doesn't give a $#&$ about anything but getting drunk, has a talent for writing, and amusing himself with how they fall over themselves to share in his talent. Still, I'd have a beer with him.
Telling a painful story has a healing effect...watching someone commit suicide would require many tellings to heal...that was probably the hundredth time he told that one
Interesting
Great storytelling. It's like Bob Dylan but without the acoustic guitar and harmonica
I love his voice.
It's a freezing December morning in Columbia MO. I'm laying down in my bed in a cheap motel, couple hundred yards from a gas station. I am shaking, covered with sweat, vomiting. Blood pressure is over the roof. I stink like shit. The only thing I want is to sleep, but I can't. After 6 hours of the fight, I stand up, dress, and trail to the gas station to buy Jack Daniels. I know that it will certainly kill me, but I can't function without it. I am back to the motel, not much money left, but I want only one, be able to sleep. I drink a little bit of whisky, but it goes straight to the sink, I vomit. But some part of it came to my system. It's getting a bit better, but not much. After half of the bottle I blackout. I wake up in the night, shaking even more. I am dying... I hear voices, I see images. It's hell. It was the New Year of 1997. I supposed to go to Pennsylvania from Manhattan KS. Greyhound round trip ticket tool me only till MO.
Nothing will ever produce a worse hangover than cheap wine. Wild Irish rose, box wine, thunderbird... Worse than death.
Adding sugar/sweeteners to alcohol is generally a bad idea.
It's all the same eventually. But yeah, Whole Foods $3 wine is the worst thing I've ever drank.
Absolutely, different level
anyone knows which is the piano song thats been playing in this video ??
Hee HAH!! This is funny as all hell. LOVE to listen to this guy.
Great story
I love a Life Affirming story....
This is what it looks like when you decouple yourself from the suffering of earthly existance.
Even the way he said, “And she ran to the bathroom, and puked, and puked…”
the cheap wine hangover is by far the most excruciating
He grabs a beer but never a thought to call the paramedics.
A hangover by cheap wine is horrendous, takes more than one beer to feel a little better.
I’m not sure what’s worse, those really bad infrequent hangovers or the withdrawal after a month of dodging hangovers by drinking as soon as you wake up and until you go to bed.
What's that piano piece? Does ANYBODY know? I'm desperate :-D
Google it....what have you got to lose? 😁
His voice was really nice ! Beside being a heavy drinker, Henry was a very based man. Amazingly straight and based ! I mean . . . he believed not in god but in HIMSELF - and got success with it . . . finally . . .
Holy shit the way he described that story had me crying laughing
what's up with the opening and ending music???
This is where it happened and that’s all there is. How beautiful
I can see why this was recommended after all the David Lynch and Cormack McCarthy interviews I watched. A new hole to crawl into.
That's where it happened and that's all there is.....too right, the most existential statement ever.
Sounds like my cocaine hangovers. Not a drinker but I can relate 😂
There's few worse feelings than a coke hangover.
@ especially them multi day benders. Rough times
does anyone know which park he was in at the start, or what building that was where the man jumped?
I can always remember my cousins wedding I’ve never felt that hungover in a hotel room with my wife and new born son it was the worst mourning I’ve ever had I’m not gonna say day because I rallied and ended up with an okey afternoon after some medicine and a nap
:I still didnt look out the window because i was feeling bad." Sentence before, he is grabbing a beer from the fridge. lol
Best way to cure a hangover is to carry on drinking
nah, STOP it 4 ever . . . .
@@AL_THOMAS_777 I don't want to?
What's the music in the end
My favourite author.