Cigarette Sessions: Bukowski

Charles Bukowski (1920 - 1994) was an influential Los Angeles poet and novelist. Bukowski's writing was heavily influenced by the geography and atmosphere of his home city of Los Angeles. This is a short film directed by and starring Joel Vetsch, with actual narration from Bukowski himself reading his poem 'Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . .'

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• charles
• bukowski
• cigarette
• poem
• poet
• poetry
• black
• and
• white
• jazz

[darthsarth]

the maker should have at least been creative, eventually I just quit watching and listened to Bukowski.

[Spooly]

@darthsarth starred in this and shot it myself in about 5 minutes. cut me some slack? Sheezus.

[darthsarth]

@Spooly I'm just saying man, be more creative, smoking a cigarette and taking some shots of your shadow is not expressionative, try not using black and white, use better camera angles, and dont be cliche. If you're going to do anything creative, i.e. filming, art, writing, photography, be passionate, and if you dont feel passionate about it, then dont do it.

[Spooly]

@darthsarth It was done once, totally improvisational. I was in the shots while operating the camera too, which if you took note of the shot with the sunlight behind me, or the shadow without a hint of the camera being held in my hand while capturing the cigarette smoking profile of myself at the same time as I zoomed in insanely close - stably! If that is not impressive in itself, then what is?

[DeadBunny69]

Wow, a big bad art major. I guess you think a piece of paper that states you know art translates into you actually being an artist or knowing anything about art for that matter? Tell you what, why don't go sip a $5 coffee with your other 'lets waste mommy and daddy's money' school chums and discuss how you're all going to change the world through finger painting. And while your at put some thought into actually getting a real degree.

[josefabdon]

i'd feel almost honored if he pissed on my rug.

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@DeadBunny69 you know what, fuck off. you are so full of shit. maybe i didn't say exactly what i meant to say. but you sir, are a pompus ass. and you don't know shit. if you only understood what i was TRYing to say, you fucking, GOD. don't you understand how to read. not just read, and make assumptions based on your pre judgement. but try to open up your eyes and understand? you missed the whole point. and you a very mistaken.

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@DeadBunny69 i hated my art teacher, he was an arrogant prick, like you. you missed everything i said. i am against institutions. the only thing any institution has ever done is alienated me. art degree? i SAID it is only a fucking piece of paper. MY FATHER IS FUCKING DEAD!!!YOU STUPID IGNORANT TWAT!! my mother is disabled. and we are FUCKING impoverished. the worse form of violence, is poverty. i'd say the second kind, is illeterate scum fucks like you, learn how to read bitch.

[DeadBunny69]

@fishnetsNcigarettes 1. Is that what your art teacher told you? 2. Art critic? Seriously, why don't you just call me a child rapist. 3. No it's not because of people like me it's has more to do with the institutions you seem to think are the end all in determining what art is. 4. Again, an art degree does not make you an artist or give u any right to determine what is art. 5. Shouldn't you be on the phone with mom and dad begging for money so you can keep pretending you're something you are not?

[aqueenowlbee]

you can convince anyone. especially in these times, what is worth something and what is worth nothing. this is equal to rap. this guy...i feel embarassed for this fool...he thinks he is cool. he believes he is deep. when he is just a loser.

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@elstroshitnonstop @elstroshitnonstop @elstroshitnonstop (cont.) why?how?what?who?when?where?th­ese are all important questions, but they are also very misleading, they can distract us from the main point of view. which is, do what what you feel is right. regardless if it contradicts what you felt before.It's okay. we all do it.If we did not, then how would we learn?how would we grow? there is yet another distraction, how?

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@elstroshitnonstop because that is what i feel, and know to be true, in me. i am not saying you are wrong, i am only pointing out that we are all contratidictive, in some form, why is an infinite word. it can go on forever.

just like feelings and thoughts, i don't know about you, or anyone else. but i am inifinite, i feel, always, i think, intensely. i feel and think, and live, and grow, and i take what i need and give all of myself. maybe that is wrong, and maybe i did not answr your question.

[elstroshitnonstop]

@fishnetsNcigarettes why

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@elstroshitnonstop if honesty is bliss, then let me be dumb, let me bleed, and hurt and feel pain.

i am a walking contradiction. but that in my opinion is very human. i change alot.

i feel one way one moment and completely different the next, if that be a crime, shoot me now. open up your heart. your mind, don't be sheep/cattle. mindlessly barreling through conversation after conversation without anything to show for it. i feel the creative liscensies, is fluid enough to let people sayNthink

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@DeadBunny69 every one is an artist, in their own right. i bet when bukowski was in the beginnings he had the same things said to him. think about that, how people only achieve true fame after that. oh, what, like you are some art critic. why don't you isolate yourself, and take away from yourself, by giving so much, and only getting shit on, why do you think the blue bird is hidden in cB's heart. because of people like you. an art degree? an art degree, is not a piece of paper, it's expeience.

[fishnetsNcigarettes]

@Spooly i found it, interesting, there is some much more you could of done with it. but i like the disappointed feeling afterwords, i feel like it brought that out in the poem, and it did neither detract nor add to the poem.

it simply excentuated the feeling of, loneliness, isolation, a day comes and goes, and it all seems so disaapointing, you almost wish there was more, but you realize you're glad there wasn't because it allows you to imagine. to long for more. it extends that, i think.