So Now By Charles Bukowski

"There's nothing to declare here... just a waiting"

🍂 In its simplicity, this poem from Charles Bukowski shines like not other. "So now" is one of the most realest poems he ever wrote, so much that I could feel as if I understand him way better by just reading it. In this video, I wanted to convey the loneliness and nostalgia that the poem made me felt. Using a house as a metaphor for the aging of a man's soul and the passing of the time.

Hope that you like it!

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🍂 Some Bukowski’s Books:

📔Essential Bukowski: Poetry
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📔Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
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📔The Last Night of the Earth Poems
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📔 Ham On Rye: A Novel
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📔Post Office: A Novel
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📔Women: A Novel
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📔You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
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📔Love is a Dog From Hell
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🍂 Editor
Lorena Col

🍂 Narrator
Tom O'bedlam

🍂 Music
The Golden Spiral by Yi Nantiro

🍂 Poem
"So Now" By Charles Bukowski

the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.
the phone rings, the cats sleep.
Linda vacuums.
I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
I wish I could ring in some bravery.
it's a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn't know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
there's nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.
each faces it alone.
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young!