The Secret Of My endurance poem and video by Bukowski

The Secret Of My endurance by Bukowski

I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up

men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are

living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just

booze and madness.

I get most of their letters on lined paper

written with an unsharpened pencil

or in ink

in tiny handwritings that slant down to the

left

and the paper is most often torn

usually halfway up the middle

and they say they like my stuff,

I’ve written from where it’s at,

they recognize itt. truly, I’ve given them some chance

chance, some recognition of where they’re at.

it’s true, I was there, even worse off than most

of them.

but I wonder if they realize where their letters

arrives…

well, it is dropped into a box on a wire fence

behind a six-foot hedge and a long driveway

to a two car garage, rose garden, fruit trees,

animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half

paid after years residence, a new car, two cars

fireplace and a green rug two-inches deep

with a young boy to write my stuff now,

I keep him in a ten-foot square cage with a

typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores,

belt buckle him pretty good three or four times

a week.

I’m 60 years old now and the critics say

my stuff is getting better than ever.

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Bukowski Poems

8 Count
A Challenge To The Dark
A Following
A Radio With Guts
A Smile to Renember
Alone With Everybody
An Almost Made Up Poem 
And The Moon And The Stars And The World
ANOTHER BED
Another Day
Are You Drinking?
AS CRAZY AS I EVER WAS
As The Poems Go
As The Sparrow
At the track today
Back to the Machine Gun
BAD TIMES AT THE 3RD AND VERMONT HOTEL
Be Angry At San Pedro
Be Kind
BEER
Big Night On The Town
Bluebird Poem
Cause And Effect
Confession
Cows In Art Class
Cut While Shaving
Death of an idiot
Death Wants More Death
Eat Your Heart Out This is It
Flophouse
For The Foxes
Freedom  and He Drank Wine All Night
Gamblers All Not Going to Make it
God I got the sad blue blues
Grief
Hell is a Lonely Place
I don’t know what to do
I Made A Mistake
In the hospitals and jails
Love & Fame & Death
man in the sun 
My Father
My First Affair With That Older Woman
My Groupie
New Mexico
NIGHT SCHOOL
Nirvana
 On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show
Question and Answer
Rain Or Shine Vultures at the Zoo
Roll the Dice
Ruin
SHE SAID
Short Order
Show Biz
Sleep
Some People Never Go Crazy
Sparrow
THE ALIENS
The Blackbirds are Rough Today
The Great Poet
The Great Slob
The History Of One Tough Motherfucker Stray Cat Poe
The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
The Poetry Reading
The Secret Of My Endurance

The Shower
The wind blows hard tonight
They are building a house
They found him walking along the freeway
They only burn themselves to reach Paradise
This time has finished me
THOSE GIRLS WE FOLLOWED HOME
To the whore who took my s
Traffic report
Trapped don’t undress my love mannequin
Trash can
Upon reading a critical review
Van Gogh
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain
what i liked about e.e. cummings
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones
Young in New Orleans