World Poetry Day

Today is World Poetry Day, I hear…or maybe that was a couple of days ago. Whatever. Here is a poem I hate. Why a poem I hate? Because it’s about computers and it’s “by” a famous poet. Why do I put scare quotes around “by” because the internet lies sometimes and this doesn’t much sound like a Charles Bukowski poem to me. Howeover, if it is a Charles Bukowski poem, it lays bare my age old argument about why Bukowski was such a crappy poet. As a matter of fact, if you want to buy me a beer or three (I’m currently living in DC) I will argue with you over whether we should even extend the title of “poet” to Bukowski. I’m not saying he didn’t create things, nor am I saying that those things lack quality. I’m just saying I don’t think those things, like this thing below, are “poems.” And I’m not hating on Bukowski, btw. I’m a huge fan of all of his semi-autobiographical fiction pieces that I’ve read (Factotum, Ham on Rye and even Women). And I’m a fan of several of his pieces which appear in his “poetry” collections. “You and Me Against the World” is a standout.

Charles Bukowski
Remind me to share the poem I wrote in the style of Bukowski. On second thought, don't. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Nevertheless, his line ends are garbage.

Without further ado, “16-bit Intel 8088 chip.”

16-bit Intel 8088 chip

with an Apple Macintosh
you can’t run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can’t read each other’s
for they format (write
on) discs in different
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can’t use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
but the wind still blows over
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his

Happy fucking World Poetry Day, you buzzards.


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