Ununtrium, “Periodic Table of Poetry” poem by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers

Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#113, Uut)
elements derived from the poem“Tall Man”

I can never hold you.
But when I step
within those walls
where I first found you,
I can then feel your presence
across the room.
A movement, a stir.
I feel it.
I can sense you
as the seconds slip by,
but after only
twenty moments,
I snap out of it.
I know you’re gone.

I compare you
to your friends,
and your heaviness
weighs me down.
You, with your long shadow
stretched across those walls,

you’ll only disappear again.

An occasional glance —
I’ll take whatever I can take.
Glimpses of your strength
is all I can capture
before you seem to
dart away
at what seems
to be
the speed of light.

You’re a stranger.
You stay tightly wound in your world.
But I want crack
your dense shell.
I want to know you.

I’ve sensed you.

And for some reason,
I feel I know you all too well.


Bukowski Videos

bukowski videos

Charles Bukowski was born as Heinrich Karl Bukowski in Andernach, Germany, to Heinrich (Henry) Bukowski and Katharina (née Fett). His paternal grandfather Leonard had emigrated to America from Germany in the 1880s. In Cleveland, Leonard met Emilie Krause who had emigrated from Danzig (today Gdańsk, Poland), then part of Germany. They married and settled in Pasadena. He worked as a carpenter, setting up his own very successful construction company. The couple had four children, including Heinrich (Henry), Charles Bukowski’s father.
Charles Bukowski’s parents met in Andernach in western Germany following World War I. The poet’s father was a sergeant in the United States Army serving in Germany following Germany’s defeat in 1918.[9] He had an affair with Katharina, a German friend’s sister, and she became pregnant. Charles Bukowski repeatedly claimed to be born out of wedlock, but Andernach marital records indicate that his parents married one month prior to his birth.

Afterwards, Henry Bukowski became a building contractor, set to make great financial gains in the aftermath of the war, and after two years moved the family to Pfaffendorf. However, given the crippling reparations being required of Germany, which led to a stagnant economy and high levels of inflation, Henry Bukowski was unable to make a living, so he decided to move the family to the United States. On April 23, 1923, they sailed from Bremerhaven to Baltimore, Maryland, where they settled. Bukowski’s parents began calling their son the Anglophone version of his first name (‘Heinrich’), ‘Henry’, in order to help him assimilate, which the poet would later change to ‘Charles’. Accordingly, they altered the pronunciation of the family name from /buːˈkɒfski/ boo-kof-skee to /buːˈkaʊski/ boo-kow-ski. Bukowski’s parents were Roman Catholic.
The family settled in South Central Los Angeles in 1930, the city where Charles Bukowski’s father and grandfather had previously worked and lived.[9][10] In the ’30s the poet’s father was often unemployed. In the autobiographical Ham on Rye Charles Bukowski says that, with his mother’s acquiescence, his father was frequently abusive, both physically and mentally, beating his son for the smallest imagined offence. During his youth Bukowski was shy and socially withdrawn. Neighborhood children ridiculed his German accent and the clothing his parents made him wear. Although he seemed to suffer from Dyslexia, he was highly praised at school for his art work. This depression later bolstered his rage as he grew, and gave him much of his voice and material for his writings.
In his early teens, Bukowski had an epiphany when he was introduced to alcohol by his loyal friend William “Baldy” Mullinax, depicted as “Eli LaCrosse” in Ham on Rye, son of an alcoholic surgeon. “This [alcohol] is going to help me for a very long time”, he later wrote, describing the genesis of his chronic alcoholism; or, as he saw it, the genesis of a method he could utilize to come to more amicable terms with his own life.After graduating from Los Angeles High School, Bukowski attended Los Angeles City College for two years, taking courses in art, journalism, and literature, before quitting at the start of World War II. He then moved to New York to begin a career as a writer.


Roll the Dice Poem by Bukowski

roll the dice poem by bukowski

I stole my first Bukowski poem in 2004 when I started publishing with WordPress after havinhg published since 1996 using HTML. These days Charles Bukowski and Sylvia Plath are the worlds most re-posted poets. My brother, Wayne Jackson introduced me to Buk in the 1980′s. It was chic and our secret then in my area. Today the word is certainly out about Buk and Artvilla has become a Bukowski and Plath site in many ways since our visitors seem to ask for them so much. It’s easy to see why.

…..David Michael Jackson

roll the dice

if you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

- Charles Bukowski


Bell Buckle Cafe and Rock Creek Rolling to the Sea by Clay Derryberry


I finally got out of the house and went down to my favorite place in this part of Tennessee, Bell Buckle and the Bell Buckle Cafe, my fav restaurant.
Bell Buckle is a railroad town, it hugs the railroad and a train is apt to roar by the old storefronts which say so much about this part of Tennessee and its history. It hasn’t really changed much and we tend to hold on to those places. We touch history and I tend to touch the bricks of this tiny town. I love driving to Bell Buckle because the views after I leave I-24 are the most breath taking in this part of Tennessee.

On this night Andy and Clay Derryberry and The Four Shades of Grey were playing. It’s a tough place to film and to try to catch the sounds because it’s a long narrow room and the restaurant is very popular because they make meat and three into gourmet delight!
I only managed to capture one song properly and what a song!. This song doesn’t just represent the Duck River area of Tennessee. It’s a larger song that, to me. It represents both America and life.
This part of the country is not so panoramic as others. Our delight is just around the corner of a country road and a quiet view of a creek replacing panorama with glimpses of water flowing through rocks in a small way, not a big way.

Song by Clay Derryberry

Performance by Shades of Grey at the Bell Buckle Cafe July 12, 2014

….David Michael Jackson