What they want

-Charles Bukowski.



Vallejo writing about

loneliness while starving to

death;

Van Gogh's ear rejected by a

whore;

Rimbaud running off to Africa

to look for gold and finding

an incurable case of syphilis;

Beethoven gone deaf;

Pound dragged through the streets

in a cage;

Chatterton taking rat poison;

Hemingway's brains dropping into

the orange juice;

Pascal cutting his wrists

in the bathtub;

Artaud locked up with the mad;

Dostoievsky stood up against a wall;

Crane jumping into a boat propeller;

Lorca shot in the road by Spanish

troops;



Berryman jumping off a bridge;

Burroughs shooting his wife;

Mailer knifing his.

—that's what they want:

a God damned show

a lit billboard

in the middle of hell.

that's what they want,

that bunch of

dull

inarticulate

safe

dreary

admirers of

carnivals.