The most memorable poetry I know is by Bukowski. He would approve of me watching pornography while working on a writing prompt. He would approve pf me getting drunk and watching videos that debase my dignity. Bukowski knew how to capture the raw animal nature of the world. He knew how to show the world the side that people pretended didn’t exist. The side that we all know is there and pretend doesn’t register with us.
In my mind I dream of writing just one poem that can compete with Bukowski. Just one poem that reminds me that I am living in a moment. But I never get there. I just watch pornography and pretend it will bring me to a higher meaning.