How beautiful and vulnerable is that saying. The older you grow, more silent the sound of bluebird is. I almost forgot that there is a bluebird. Thanks for reminding me, by this poem. The walls that we create throughout the lifetime, are thicker and thicker. Each time with a thing called “experience” or “being mature” that wall has to get one more layer. It is what has to be done in order not to get vanished by the society. But bluebird needs some fresh air. Which is a hard thing to find behind the walls
@@tanishkadesai9506 I’m doing good thanks, I’m Neal from California but correctly in Syria on duty, hope you have a wonderful weekend with your family.
Ah quite the opposite for me. This doesn't get to the meat of it like Bukowski reading it or secondly Harry Dean Stanton. Tom O'Bedlam doesn't go deep enough for me. It needs more cynicism and bitterness, a hint of anger in the ingredients. If you've read Bukowski's entire collection, you know he would have more 'salt' in it as such. It's in his voice on every page I'm not saying Tom's isn't good... But that's just my feeling I wanted to share with you. I've been looking for the original recording of Bukowski reading it but its gone for some reason. Thanks! :)
I struggle with severe depression, and alcoholism. This poem honestly keeps me breathing from a day to day basis. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Love and best wishes to you Evan. Alcohol will be making depression worse, even though it may seem that temporarily it can numb it. A change in lifestyle and something creative to do that you enjoy might help.
I'm with you brother. I'm still a heavy alcohol abuser and its because I cant let my mind shut up. Theres just so much shit that's wrong.. with me, with the world. So I drink. I drink until I dont remember drinking. Then i wake up and drink to forget about what i forgot about... times are hard, but we CAN get through them.. with patience..
Burried? He's still there, Barely alive and you sometimes let him out at night and even grey is turning bright. You feel it like a pulled out knive wound full of blood, room full of light.
I don’t think I’m allowed to feel like this. Because I’m still a child. But I can’t remember how long ago it was that innocence didn’t feel like weakness to me. Maybe never. Oh well. Cycle of abuse and dysfunction amiright...
@@perciousmatter7001 you'd be surprised. 12, making myself memorize poems and practice declamation alone during quarentine. screw public speaking but memorization is awesome.
@@olivecloud3548 public speaking > memorizing. you simply cant memorize evrything young man. but you'll always have your heartjust keep it alive and pumpin.
Probably off-theme but it reminds me of a quote i really liked "Perhaps my biggest fear was acknowledging that everything i was doing, was the happiness i was not feeling."
from Cheryl Strayed. This line is from her memoir, "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail". In the book, she reflects on her journey of self-discovery and healing while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, contemplating the difference between the actions she was taking in her life and the happiness she was actually experiencing. Thanks to chatgpt
I question this common notion though. Surely it's just because people are conditioned to feel that any form of creative display is only "artistic" if it's to do with misery and suffering.. whereas anything to do with peace, joy and contentment is seen as, "OMG, like, sooo BORING!" People are raised by society as a whole to practically worship fear, misery, aggression, violence, suffering, loneliness... that's why every popular movie is about some idiot looking miserable and posing with a gun, revenge porn, disasters or some other "dark and gritty" BS with a cold blue filter slapped over it all. I don't think creativity in any way requires misery and sadness, that's just the fashion which society has developed, and it's a way of thinking and perceiving the world which benefits oppressive social structures.
@@DM-kv9kj I agree to a point. I think people have wrongly romanticised mental illness as a source of creativity, with the result that people in the creative fields will actively seek misery out in the hopes that it sparks something inside of them and refusing to get help.
@@DM-kv9kj i didn’t think that way. Thanks for sharing your views. It's true because the world is full of misery and suffering and the people on the other side of the fence seems to forgetful about that.I think that's the reason.
The one thing that I love about poetry is the different interpretation each separate individual can draw from it. The bluebird can be your true self, your anxieties, your fears, your creations...There's something just so... vaildating, so meaningful about it. You don't have to be a philosopher, you don't have to have the secrets of the world at your fingertips, but you can still dye a piece of truth as fine as this your own color. There's something about that that just feels like an incredible honor. Bukowski let us experience a fragment of himself, and manipulate it however we see fit. He could have defined the bluebird, but he didn't. Maybe that's what makes the bluebird so monumental. It's a bird that morphs and shifts according to the desires, hopes, and dreams of the listener. It means what you need it to mean, and that's what makes it so incredibly special.
I made this little poem. A cloud whispers on my neck, a bird flies through my head, this song rattles in my chest, but I can hear no more than an old owl while I rest.
Someone I love made me watch this late at night, really high We both have our own bluebird, but I hope someday we could ease each other and be good together
I do, but only when I want to. I keep my bluebird in check too... The beauty of that ending. That's what Bukowski did, made loners like him feel less lonely. But at the same time gave it such a suggestive touch that it would create more loners. Hence the constant 50/50 movement of dark and light. Bukowski mastered it.
For the bluebird is rather the liberation of his sorrow.... He doesn't want to set it free... Instead he rather wants to keep it, not knowing that he could be greater, but knowing that he has found his purpose with it. So he has found his path, of which he believes himself to be. But blindly afraid of what would happen, if he let the bluebird free... -my interpretation.
See, while I admire your interpretation, I think I disagree. The symbolism of a bluebird is often used for things that are more light in nature. Also, Buk mentions how the “whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks” never know about it. Bukowski openly expresses his cynicism and sadness, as well as his loss of Jane. I think what he’s suggesting is that he doesn’t want others to know that he has a heart, something that cares about others. He drowns out his love and hides it by acting tough and drinking and being cynical, mean, and sad.
i'm too tough for him - let the bluebird be all the sweet things, the soft things, the gentle things a man like him can't enjoy. let him enjoy the soft of the blue birds feathers against his ribcage- soft things are meant to stay inside, where the sun cant fade the blue of its wings.
And there it is...hidden here in plain sight. Profound is a word that only scraps the surface of what you are suggesting. Stay groovy Eve, somehow I know you will.
@@illneas would you consider an ASMR type of reading? That would be so great! Especially for people who are sensitive to sound or hints of music instead of having it all the way through. The words and the voice are so beautiful. Being sensitive to sound is a thing. Hope you consider it. I subscribed
i think the blue bird is showing emotion of his depression. being a man it’s looked down upon to show emotion. it’s looked at as a weakness. so we have to be strong and keep our emotions bottled up. and at night we can let them out but only to seal them back in in the morning. i feel this so much. it’s hard for me to show emotions not because people would look down on me but because i’m afraid of being vulnerable to anyone
This is the only way I have ever felt about this piece, I know all to well what he was feeling. Growing up in the south in the 70s, a boy didn't dare talk about feelings and emotions and sort of had to work through and try to figure things out silently. You could have been labeled crazy or something more derogatory, to this day I only have a couple of close friends that know about my love of poetry, art and excellent music.
Hopefully your couple of close friends have given you a kick in the ass by now. The 70's are gone. Yesterday is gone. Probably over half those whose opinions you dreaded are dead. And you sound a tad snobby with the art literature and music.. People who lay claim to that thin sliver of life are the first ones to judge anyone outside their pompous castles of conceit. I've got an ugly fucking grackle in my heart who wants to be there so I threw out the cage back in those sell out 70's. Lol. I feel better now. Come on grackle. We got a whole day of exploring to do.
No he is only hiding his fucking hapiness. He just fucking wants to be a depressed artist so he hides the bluebird. The spotless sky. -"He is singing a little in there" -"Do you want to ruin my book sells?"
This is brilliant. So beautiful... "there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep I say, I know that you're there so don't be sad then I put him back but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die"
This poem touches my soul. In all my struggles growing up and being in the military, I can honestly say this is who I am now. Scared to show the vulnerable side! Hurt by the ones closest. Yet you never let the innocent bluebird inside die ❤
This is still, for me, Bukowski's most potent poem. I have two interpretations for this: 1 - he struggles to let himself be happy. How he was raised, his traumas in life affected him so much that he gets in his own way, his own happiness. And some part of him got so used to being unhappy that he found comfort in it. 2 - he has a sensitive side that he doesn't want other people to know. With all the tough bravado and persona, some part of him thinks that letting that sensitivity get too close to the light of day would "blow his book sales in Europe." Man, the most troubled artists produce the most genius works. An absolute writing wonder.
This makes me cry. My bluebird hovers in my throat. Sometimes it peeks out and looks at the sky, longingly. Oh, my. Poetry has a way of really getting to you. Love reading all the comments. Love to everyone.
I think this poem is about love/life. We all eventually notice this profound love/life inside us, sadly, most of us are made aware of it through pain and suffering. We first learn the dark side to love/life, through addictions or tough social situations for example, but somehow we know this blue bird is in there and we become more and more conscious of it as we experience life. You get to a point where you are consciously supressing it and not allowing yourself to be free, afraid of rejection or any other social factor you can think of. I think when you reach this state of mind, you are able to share it with others since you understand you are trapped (Usually dark feelings), however, if you are brave enough to free the blue bird and weep, you have truly understood love/life and can express and share it with others without a doubt and this is where greatness happens and unquestionable beauty emerges.
I feel like the Bluebird is his soul that wants to sing its own song..its own truth. But he's guarding it for it will make him feel vulnerable if exposed. It's the same reason why we're all wearing masks to be more acceptable in society while out bluebirds maybe want to dance naked in the middle of the street.
Bluebird was the first poem I heard from Bukowski, and I remember crying from it. I still do, if I recite it out loud. Bukowski is pure raw emotion. The bluebird has always been for me sadness, depression; the kind of emotion that can paralyze us for months in bed, that can get us stuck in time and emotionless. That's why he doesn't want to let it out, stop; but he can't quite kill it. It's him, he keeps it inside because it helps him write and it is the core of his poems. You can always see it.
okay I just read the comments and I love how everyone's interpretation of the poem is different, here's mine- for me, when I think of the bluebird, it's my passion, the thing I love to do the most in this world, art, and with it, the sorrow, and regret, of not choosing it as a career option. Bluebird, is that suppressed urge to pick up those dry lifeless brushes again and paint something with them, being careless about the world, like I always used to, instead I'm going through endless pages of my textbook that never seem to end, and countless exams, and a lot of assignments. Life becomes easier if we make the right choices, but we never know if it's a mistake, unless we make it. I might just be a kid trying to correlate my life with this masterpiece but there's something about this poem that makes me wanna reconsider my life choices again. Wow.
This poem touches me so deeply. It almost makes me cry. Bukowski will always be one of my favourite poets. 'A Smile To Remember' is also hauntingly beautiful.
I had that bluebird in my heart all my life, never knew it was there and reason for my suffering, then it drove me crazy and made me die; and when I woke up I found that bluebird holding my hand! And then I found my real self, my life began; before that, it was grey, different from me, not really me, foreign.
Just found out about this channel. Man, those feels! Everything works so well together, Bukowski's poems, that deep voice, the melancholic music, the footage and the way you display the words. Please keep on producing these awesome videos!
This poem, your beautiful video to it and the warm hearted people commenting here, wow... reminds me of the way I hoped life to be when I was younger. Thank you for this unforeseen moment of light ❤️
I think you might miss the point, hes saying it in an almost sardonic manner, he means to say he would never admit that he cries, "do you admit that you cry?" (I think thats what he means ofc)
This is the perfect poem for anyone with a vice. Love for the wrong person, mental disorder, addiction, guilt, etc. we all harbor or our own little blue bird, but we can’t always see each other’s.
I have the quote “there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out” tattooed on my forearm along with a bluebird inside of a ribcage, this will forever be my favourite poem 🥹🤍
In my opinion, the bluebird is his artistic expression seeking to release itself. It is that thing inside of him that makes him toss and turn until he lets it free, even just for a little while. He doesn't give it full freedom, he doesn't write enough, and so it is sort of like a hostage relationship, but Bukowski is afraid to release it forever, whatever that means I do not know. Perhaps that means becoming a working man again, and allowing his energy to be put to that use.
There's a bluebird in my heart that I'm learning to give a voice, and I am allowing the occasional flutter of wings. Slowly. Tenderly. Cautiously. My bluebird quietly calls to your bluebird.
"Philosophy is the search for wisdom. Poetry is wisdom searching for the heart of the human being." By the marvellous late philosopher Olavo de Carvalho
I like to come to this video every now and then The poem, the music, the scenes, the narrator ..everything about this video is dark and beautiful and touching
Today i’ve failed in my exam board and all of the teachers in board were laughing at me, making fun of me. In this immense sorrow in my mind, i felt now relieved from all the pain going thorough by this poem, it’s healed my grief of pain which kills me entirely.
I get from this that inside all of us there’s nothing but joy but some of us are afraid to let it out. Whatever the reason is we can’t let it out. We feel embarrassed and scarred or stupid. Or how a man is supposed to be tough skinned with emotions and the bluebird is our emotions… that’s what I take from this poem
More heart pulling to see than a child or woman cry is to look into a mans eyes when he cries. But even if it were your Father or Brother or even your Son, nothing can compare to watching yourself weep.
i have just come across charles bukowski's work, and its like i've discovered hidden treasure. where have these words been all my life? i'm not usually a sob fr poems but this man honestly has such a beautiful mind, i cant help but weep. makes you see life with new eyes and i wish fr everyone to hear and be blessed with his unique wisdom.
"then i put him back, but hes singing a little in there", dont know why but this line is what gets to me. the bluebird just wants to come out and be free and sing, but he keeps putting it back. but the bluebird hasnt given up hope entirely
This poem is beautiful; it’s a reminder for me to keep going on my path and not suppress my bluebird any longer, it reminds me of behaviour I need to unlearn
For sum reason I felt it confirmed I'm doing the best for those around me by suppressing n keeping the blue bird hidden n caged. Cause it's real tiny an all I've got left, an if I let anyone see it, then hurt it, abandon it, starve it, neglect it , lie to it, or otherwise let the filth infect it, ...then comes the real monste inside me that the bird had always kept at bay an on a leash n passified.
at this point i think i have watched this video, like, a hundred times. there was a time i watched it every single day, and every single week at least twice. now i watch every time i just remember this master piece. not just the poem, but the clip, its just too deep...
A great poem.. For those who has a past, this means a lot. For those who came out of the depths, still holding on to a grain of soil, this means a lot. For those who has a blue bird, this means a lot.
My interpretation is, the bluebird is Bukowski's innocence, goodwill, and care for all but the society in which he is living needs him to be adaptable to the cleverness and realism. He is afraid of being good.
My bluebird is my numbness . The faceless expression. I usually smile everywhere I go but alone, you wouldn’t see it unless in nature where I am surrounded by my madness
my dad told me he relates to this poem by Bukowski. i told him ‘be kind’ reminds me of him, and we both sat in silence accepting of the fact that the wounds he created cant be healed.
My bluebird is my childhood memories of being away from my father, it made me sad, lonely, weird, unstable growing up but its the same sadness and pains that made me create beautiful poems, but it makes me so sad. So one day i told myself i dont wanna be sad anymore, so i hid that bluebird until I forgot i have it. Then i became happy, relaxed and carefree. Then father died, the bluebird came back he is bigger now.
"The smoke am lost in"  I have lost all of myself I seem not to know me wholly I feel grinded ,smashed with a hammer ,I feel stuck between two mountains ready to conjoin I have lost love of nature, love of the flowing rivers ,love of stars glowing a million light years afar I have lost the common feel of Spring nor it's sweet scent flowers I feel as useless as a stone I feel like a music with out a tone I have lost my way , I have lost my slay , I feel like a flawless knight I feel like a night stripped from it's stars , I feel like a day with out a lit I have lost the feel of my beloved I have lost the way to the lips of my Beloved , I have lost her touch It feels now like a touch of chill I have lost the ecstasy in her I have lost my soul I have lost my Flaw , in this punitive , this pang This Agony I drink them like ale and Be weary and drunk in this dreary Times , and find pleasures in the Wonders of my illusions.
This speaks to everyone's cynical nature, which so often represses our own colorful emotions. Bukowski made a living of being unhappy and marginalized so recognizing the soft tones and the potential for beauty in his poetry and in life must have definetely been a challange. The bluebird is in itself the meaning of his existence, for letting him out at night is the one true joy in his life
Leaving this comment here as a reminder. So that whenever someone likes it, I'll come back and listen to this masterpiece!!
see you tomorrow ;)
sorry, weird comment. I hope you enjoy poem yet again when you get the notification is what I mean. happy easter
@@themessageinabottle9574 ill see you tomarrow james.
@@shaynegallagher6006 haha
See you tomorrow my friend
“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”-Charles Bukowski
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The points are not the point. The point is poetry.
100% true words
Ou tudo.
How beautiful and vulnerable is that saying. The older you grow, more silent the sound of bluebird is. I almost forgot that there is a bluebird. Thanks for reminding me, by this poem.
The walls that we create throughout the lifetime, are thicker and thicker. Each time with a thing called “experience” or “being mature” that wall has to get one more layer. It is what has to be done in order not to get vanished by the society. But bluebird needs some fresh air. Which is a hard thing to find behind the walls
th-cam.com/users/shortsw20VDWG7UgE I just listened to this and it reminded me of this Bluebird poem
I come back to this everyday. Its my escape.
Be strong....Fight back, girl! You've got this. Everyday is a new day and a gift!
How are you doing over there
@@tanishkadesai9506 I’m doing good thanks, I’m Neal from California but correctly in Syria on duty, hope you have a wonderful weekend with your family.
Same, i listen to this whenever I feel down
sameeee
After listening to Tom O’Bedlam narrate so many of Bukowski’s poems, I can’t imagine anyone else narrating them
He is so talented on what he is doing. Probably my biggest inspiration on spoken word.
It would be Bedlam without Bedlam.
Ah quite the opposite for me. This doesn't get to the meat of it like Bukowski reading it or secondly Harry Dean Stanton. Tom O'Bedlam doesn't go deep enough for me. It needs more cynicism and bitterness, a hint of anger in the ingredients. If you've read Bukowski's entire collection, you know he would have more 'salt' in it as such. It's in his voice on every page I'm not saying Tom's isn't good... But that's just my feeling I wanted to share with you. I've been looking for the original recording of Bukowski reading it but its gone for some reason. Thanks! :)
Same here bud. Curse of knowledge. Nobody on record reads poetry like Tom did. Illneas did an amazing pitch/slow down job too in the mixing.
There's a guy who does it but in spanish. Garfalio is the name of his channel. You'll be surprised. He's as good as Tom. Both voices very similar
I struggle with severe depression, and alcoholism. This poem honestly keeps me breathing from a day to day basis. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Dude... This means a lot, be strong
Bless you friend
illneas ty for saying this
You don’t know how much this means to someone.
Or maybe you do.
But I hope you don’t. ❤️
Love and best wishes to you Evan. Alcohol will be making depression worse, even though it may seem that temporarily it can numb it. A change in lifestyle and something creative to do that you enjoy might help.
I'm with you brother. I'm still a heavy alcohol abuser and its because I cant let my mind shut up. Theres just so much shit that's wrong.. with me, with the world. So I drink. I drink until I dont remember drinking. Then i wake up and drink to forget about what i forgot about... times are hard, but we CAN get through them.. with patience..
My bluebird is my innocence, the innocent and pure child who I once was. Buried in my body.
Burried? He's still there,
Barely alive and
you sometimes let him out at night
and even grey is turning bright.
You feel it like a pulled out knive
wound full of blood, room full of light.
I don’t think I’m allowed to feel like this. Because I’m still a child. But I can’t remember how long ago it was that innocence didn’t feel like weakness to me. Maybe never. Oh well. Cycle of abuse and dysfunction amiright...
@@Raduselderbrother wow i dont believe a kid is watching this.
@@perciousmatter7001 you'd be surprised. 12, making myself memorize poems and practice declamation alone during quarentine. screw public speaking but memorization is awesome.
@@olivecloud3548 public speaking > memorizing. you simply cant memorize evrything young man. but you'll always have your heartjust keep it alive and pumpin.
This poem is so incredibly…honest, vulnerable and deep. It literally took my breath away.
Probably off-theme but it reminds me of a quote i really liked
"Perhaps my biggest fear was acknowledging that everything i was doing, was the happiness i was not feeling."
Who said this?
holy fuck! that’s heavy
Where is the quote from?
from Cheryl Strayed. This line is from her memoir, "Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail". In the book, she reflects on her journey of self-discovery and healing while hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, contemplating the difference between the actions she was taking in her life and the happiness she was actually experiencing.
Thanks to chatgpt
A very poetic way of saying „But if I‘m happy I can’t create anymore“
I like this interpretation, I didn't think of it this way. Thank you
I question this common notion though. Surely it's just because people are conditioned to feel that any form of creative display is only "artistic" if it's to do with misery and suffering.. whereas anything to do with peace, joy and contentment is seen as, "OMG, like, sooo BORING!" People are raised by society as a whole to practically worship fear, misery, aggression, violence, suffering, loneliness... that's why every popular movie is about some idiot looking miserable and posing with a gun, revenge porn, disasters or some other "dark and gritty" BS with a cold blue filter slapped over it all.
I don't think creativity in any way requires misery and sadness, that's just the fashion which society has developed, and it's a way of thinking and perceiving the world which benefits oppressive social structures.
@@DM-kv9kj I agree to a point. I think people have wrongly romanticised mental illness as a source of creativity, with the result that people in the creative fields will actively seek misery out in the hopes that it sparks something inside of them and refusing to get help.
Beautifully put
@@DM-kv9kj i didn’t think that way. Thanks for sharing your views. It's true because the world is full of misery and suffering and the people on the other side of the fence seems to forgetful about that.I think that's the reason.
The one thing that I love about poetry is the different interpretation each separate individual can draw from it. The bluebird can be your true self, your anxieties, your fears, your creations...There's something just so... vaildating, so meaningful about it. You don't have to be a philosopher, you don't have to have the secrets of the world at your fingertips, but you can still dye a piece of truth as fine as this your own color.
There's something about that that just feels like an incredible honor. Bukowski let us experience a fragment of himself, and manipulate it however we see fit. He could have defined the bluebird, but he didn't.
Maybe that's what makes the bluebird so monumental. It's a bird that morphs and shifts according to the desires, hopes, and dreams of the listener.
It means what you need it to mean, and that's what makes it so incredibly special.
Modern poetry is like this....I love it too...
That's true art. It keeps on giving
Literally ... Ur comment helped me to reach the depths of the bluebird ... I just thought that bluebird is inner self self .... Hahahah bravo
I liked the way you used the concept of “morph” and the way you compared natural phenomena with abstract feelings .
The best one here
"But I don't weep"
Anguish unacknowledged by tears is one of the cruelest things you can feel.
and the tears fight but they can never get out
Interesting! I thought the speaker had gone numb.
@@endoneswa That's just my interpretation. I think it can say different things to different people
I made this little poem. A cloud whispers on my neck, a bird flies through my head, this song rattles in my chest, but I can hear no more than an old owl while I rest.
Someone I love made me watch this late at night, really high
We both have our own bluebird, but I hope someday we could ease each other and be good together
“i dont weep. do you?”
me, with tears streaming down my face: *nods head*
'Dont be sad' that part just hit me
@@kyupified2440 for me too, that's when I start crying. such a beautiful, heartbreaking poem.
i dont. stay put blue bird.
Me too.
I do, but only when I want to. I keep my bluebird in check too... The beauty of that ending. That's what Bukowski did, made loners like him feel less lonely. But at the same time gave it such a suggestive touch that it would create more loners. Hence the constant 50/50 movement of dark and light. Bukowski mastered it.
For the bluebird is rather the liberation of his sorrow.... He doesn't want to set it free... Instead he rather wants to keep it, not knowing that he could be greater, but knowing that he has found his purpose with it. So he has found his path, of which he believes himself to be. But blindly afraid of what would happen, if he let the bluebird free... -my interpretation.
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Perfect interpretation - I was feeling the same - but rather overall liberation of his emotions
See, while I admire your interpretation, I think I disagree. The symbolism of a bluebird is often used for things that are more light in nature. Also, Buk mentions how the “whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks” never know about it. Bukowski openly expresses his cynicism and sadness, as well as his loss of Jane. I think what he’s suggesting is that he doesn’t want others to know that he has a heart, something that cares about others. He drowns out his love and hides it by acting tough and drinking and being cynical, mean, and sad.
Young Kim you are incorrect
I think the blue bird is his sadness
i'm too tough for him - let the bluebird be all the sweet things, the soft things, the gentle things a man like him can't enjoy. let him enjoy the soft of the blue birds feathers against his ribcage- soft things are meant to stay inside, where the sun cant fade the blue of its wings.
Vibrant and eccentric, love it
And there it is...hidden here in plain sight. Profound is a word that only scraps the surface of what you are suggesting. Stay groovy Eve, somehow I know you will.
Beautiful
Genius
Good words i like you
please keep doing more videos like this with bukowski poems, amazing and beautiful work!!
Thank you so much.
I agree.. even though i don't exactly care for this particular one.. but YES !
@@illneas would you consider an ASMR type of reading? That would be so great! Especially for people who are sensitive to sound or hints of music instead of having it all the way through. The words and the voice are so beautiful. Being sensitive to sound is a thing. Hope you consider it. I subscribed
i think the blue bird is showing emotion of his depression. being a man it’s looked down upon to show emotion. it’s looked at as a weakness. so we have to be strong and keep our emotions bottled up. and at night we can let them out but only to seal them back in in the morning. i feel this so much. it’s hard for me to show emotions not because people would look down on me but because i’m afraid of being vulnerable to anyone
This is the only way I have ever felt about this piece, I know all to well what he was feeling. Growing up in the south in the 70s, a boy didn't dare talk about feelings and emotions and sort of had to work through and try to figure things out silently. You could have been labeled crazy or something more derogatory, to this day I only have a couple of close friends that know about my love of poetry, art and excellent music.
Hopefully your couple of close friends have given you a kick in the ass by now. The 70's are gone. Yesterday is gone. Probably over half those whose opinions you dreaded are dead. And you sound a tad snobby with the art literature and music.. People who lay claim to that thin sliver of life are the first ones to judge anyone outside their pompous castles of conceit. I've got an ugly fucking grackle in my heart who wants to be there so I threw out the cage back in those sell out 70's. Lol. I feel better now. Come on grackle. We got a whole day of exploring to do.
No he is only hiding his fucking hapiness. He just fucking wants to be a depressed artist so he hides the bluebird. The spotless sky.
-"He is singing a little in there"
-"Do you want to ruin my book sells?"
Bukowski's words are so painfully beautiful...One of the few writers that I can feel the raw emotion behind his words.
He said lines in a poem were meaningless if they didn’t have juice.
His work always does more damage to my heart when I hear it from his voice. He's profound if you allow him to be...
I like his voice as well, but I really admire Ton OBedlam's work
@@illneas You're like a new branch showing me that life grows in all directions. Thanks for that.
@@DMBfan36 that's such a nice thing to say, thank you
This is brilliant. So beautiful...
"there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep
I say, I know that you're there
so don't be sad
then I put him back
but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die"
"Nobody thinks of the terror of one person aching in one place - alone, untouched, unspoken to..."
- Bukowski
❤️💕
This poem touches my soul. In all my struggles growing up and being in the military, I can honestly say this is who I am now. Scared to show the vulnerable side! Hurt by the ones closest.
Yet you never let the innocent bluebird inside die ❤
Listening to this from the military too. I listened to it before I joined, but it connects a lot more now. Funny how meanings can change.
This is still, for me, Bukowski's most potent poem. I have two interpretations for this:
1 - he struggles to let himself be happy. How he was raised, his traumas in life affected him so much that he gets in his own way, his own happiness. And some part of him got so used to being unhappy that he found comfort in it.
2 - he has a sensitive side that he doesn't want other people to know. With all the tough bravado and persona, some part of him thinks that letting that sensitivity get too close to the light of day would "blow his book sales in Europe."
Man, the most troubled artists produce the most genius works. An absolute writing wonder.
Going through a real rough time… and I do weep, the blue bird sings so sorrowfully beautiful.
Hope you're feeling warmth now. X
Everyone has a bluebird in their heart... each bluebird represents a fear, a passion, and desire, and a terror
The "you" hidden behind his head is a nice subtle touch
I was really proud when I made but very few people noticed it, I'm glad you did.
Wait, what are you talking about? Can you put a timestamp?
@@karishmachaudhary9953 try 0:18
@@somebodynow9849 No, the one at 1:47
@@karishmachaudhary9953 The one at 1:47
This makes me cry. My bluebird hovers in my throat. Sometimes it peeks out and looks at the sky, longingly. Oh, my. Poetry has a way of really getting to you. Love reading all the comments. Love to everyone.
I think this poem is about love/life. We all eventually notice this profound love/life inside us, sadly, most of us are made aware of it through pain and suffering. We first learn the dark side to love/life, through addictions or tough social situations for example, but somehow we know this blue bird is in there and we become more and more conscious of it as we experience life. You get to a point where you are consciously supressing it and not allowing yourself to be free, afraid of rejection or any other social factor you can think of. I think when you reach this state of mind, you are able to share it with others since you understand you are trapped (Usually dark feelings), however, if you are brave enough to free the blue bird and weep, you have truly understood love/life and can express and share it with others without a doubt and this is where greatness happens and unquestionable beauty emerges.
I feel like the Bluebird is his soul that wants to sing its own song..its own truth. But he's guarding it for it will make him feel vulnerable if exposed. It's the same reason why we're all wearing masks to be more acceptable in society while out bluebirds maybe want to dance naked in the middle of the street.
@-- True!
nina rekhi ...Wise words
nina rekhi it’s about men keeping there feelings inside
“Wearing masks” - this aged interestingly haha
@@mcnorwalk2 Who would've thought?!
I just found this but this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard
I'm glad you found us
same
The more you listen, the more profound it becomes. It's magical
Bluebird was the first poem I heard from Bukowski, and I remember crying from it. I still do, if I recite it out loud. Bukowski is pure raw emotion. The bluebird has always been for me sadness, depression; the kind of emotion that can paralyze us for months in bed, that can get us stuck in time and emotionless. That's why he doesn't want to let it out, stop; but he can't quite kill it. It's him, he keeps it inside because it helps him write and it is the core of his poems. You can always see it.
Bluebird for me is happiness
If that make sense
okay I just read the comments and I love how everyone's interpretation of the poem is different, here's mine-
for me, when I think of the bluebird, it's my passion, the thing I love to do the most in this world, art, and with it, the sorrow, and regret, of not choosing it as a career option. Bluebird, is that suppressed urge to pick up those dry lifeless brushes again and paint something with them, being careless about the world, like I always used to, instead I'm going through endless pages of my textbook that never seem to end, and countless exams, and a lot of assignments. Life becomes easier if we make the right choices, but we never know if it's a mistake, unless we make it. I might just be a kid trying to correlate my life with this masterpiece but there's something about this poem that makes me wanna reconsider my life choices again. Wow.
This poem touches me so deeply. It almost makes me cry. Bukowski will always be one of my favourite poets. 'A Smile To Remember' is also hauntingly beautiful.
I had that bluebird in my heart all my life, never knew it was there and reason for my suffering, then it drove me crazy and made me die; and when I woke up I found that bluebird holding my hand! And then I found my real self, my life began; before that, it was grey, different from me, not really me, foreign.
I came for Adrien; I stayed for the poem.
Any idea what movie the scenes are from?
@@jonnyboaa "Detachment", a great movie to portray the tortured soul! I highly recommend it.
NicolasH thank you!!
Same!
@@NicolasHa what about the other one ?
It's the most real and surreal poem of all. I wrote thousands of poems on my youth but none of them come close to this. Thank you Charles.
"We all need something to distract us from the complexity and reality"
- Detachment ❤️
This really spoke to me as I'm dealing with depression and addiction and still don't let people know how defeated I truly feel.
Bukowski's poems are so real. He had this immense courage to put it all out on paper and still made it so raw and beautiful!
Even in my hardest days, these words could keep me strong.
Just found out about this channel. Man, those feels! Everything works so well together, Bukowski's poems, that deep voice, the melancholic music, the footage and the way you display the words. Please keep on producing these awesome videos!
This means the world to me, thank you
Listening to this masterpiece with silent tears streaming down my face and a bluebird so relentlessly strong that it can't be held in anymore.
I'm reminded of my old loves who held bluebirds in their hearts. I heard them sing even when I was too young to understand.
This is one of the most beautiful things I have seen in quite a while. Thank you for your work.
There is a bluebird in my heart, I have cut off its wings. But the bluebird in my heart still continues to sing
Thank you from all of the bluebirds in all of our hearts that just got released
This poem, your beautiful video to it and the warm hearted people commenting here, wow... reminds me of the way I hoped life to be when I was younger.
Thank you for this unforeseen moment of light ❤️
“But I don’t weep, do you?”
*weeping*
“..no.”
I think you might miss the point, hes saying it in an almost sardonic manner, he means to say he would never admit that he cries, "do you admit that you cry?" (I think thats what he means ofc)
No.
But the Blue Bird does.
I think the blue bird is his soul. I’m sure he was very soft hearted. Beautiful 😻
I can watch this forever.. still feels the same
This is the perfect poem for anyone with a vice. Love for the wrong person, mental disorder, addiction, guilt, etc. we all harbor or our own little blue bird, but we can’t always see each other’s.
I have the quote “there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out” tattooed on my forearm along with a bluebird inside of a ribcage, this will forever be my favourite poem 🥹🤍
Leaving this comment here. Wishing I can come back to this masterpiece, whenever someone likes it.
In my opinion, the bluebird is his artistic expression seeking to release itself. It is that thing inside of him that makes him toss and turn until he lets it free, even just for a little while. He doesn't give it full freedom, he doesn't write enough, and so it is sort of like a hostage relationship, but Bukowski is afraid to release it forever, whatever that means I do not know. Perhaps that means becoming a working man again, and allowing his energy to be put to that use.
There's a bluebird in my heart that I'm learning to give a voice, and I am allowing the occasional flutter of wings. Slowly. Tenderly. Cautiously. My bluebird quietly calls to your bluebird.
Beautiful❤
I always come back to this when im feeling sad. Thank you.
I don't know how i ended up here but i am so glad i did. The poem, the voice, the video, the music. Everything is so beautiful.
"Philosophy is the search for wisdom. Poetry is wisdom searching for the heart of the human being." By the marvellous late philosopher Olavo de Carvalho
I cant even count how many times Ive watched this. its deep in me
this is one of the most impactful and beautiful poems I’ve ever encountered.
Remind me of this gem, good people of internet.
The greatest speech i ever heard, and i heard alot!!🙏🏼♥️
Bukowski has the power to write beautiful words without sounding cringey or unbearable, u got to love him.
I like to come to this video every now and then
The poem, the music, the scenes, the narrator ..everything about this video is dark and beautiful and touching
Anybody can tell me from what movie was taken, that Adrien Brody? I love his…blue bird 😉 and the soundtrack, what piece is that?
2024 anyone ?
I was weeping and driving listening to it. There is a blue bird in my heart too.
I wish I could put my finger on what strikes me about this poem. It’s just phenomenal, and this reading puts it over the top
Today i’ve failed in my exam board and all of the teachers in board were laughing at me, making fun of me.
In this immense sorrow in my mind, i felt now relieved from all the pain going thorough by this poem, it’s healed my grief of pain which kills me entirely.
I get from this that inside all of us there’s nothing but joy but some of us are afraid to let it out. Whatever the reason is we can’t let it out. We feel embarrassed and scarred or stupid. Or how a man is supposed to be tough skinned with emotions and the bluebird is our emotions… that’s what I take from this poem
Michael Mendenh...your words just make perfect sense I can relate to everything you said. Thank you so much.
I've watched this video again and again so much it made me memorize the poem in a day.
Me too
For two years now ..I return to this one weekly ..
Thank you for sharing this with the world
Still haunted by this one
Charles Bukowski has a voice that is eerily reminiscent of the voice I hear when reading Psalms. The expressions of wisdom is truly conveyed for/to me
More heart pulling to see than a child or woman cry is to look into a mans eyes when he cries. But even if it were your Father or Brother or even your Son, nothing can compare to watching yourself weep.
I've read bukowski prose, but somehow not his poetry. This is awesome, thx!
Please remind me of this as often as you can
Oke fren
Hey
@@illneasare you back from your mandatory service then?
A nudge from your bluebird.
i have just come across charles bukowski's work, and its like i've discovered hidden treasure. where have these words been all my life? i'm not usually a sob fr poems but this man honestly has such a beautiful mind, i cant help but weep. makes you see life with new eyes and i wish fr everyone to hear and be blessed with his unique wisdom.
crazy how the more you read the poem or in this case watch this video, the more you find different ways to look at it. simply amazing.
Hi chris Zamora, would u like to watch the poetry Dreamer once findable as Dreamer - A Visual Poetry - Travel & Poetry Awaj !
Amazing so touches my heart. We are all here. We have to let our bluebird be free
Glad you like it.
I'm too tough for him.
How are you doing over there mary
Splendid! I loved it, amazing piece of art you just put togheter!
Thank you for calling it art.
"then i put him back, but hes singing a little in there", dont know why but this line is what gets to me. the bluebird just wants to come out and be free and sing, but he keeps putting it back. but the bluebird hasnt given up hope entirely
I keep coming back to this video again and again, I love it.
Amazed! The choice of music track and the emotions captured in this video gives justice to this masterpiece.
My favorite part: "I Know that you're there. So don't be sad..."
This poem is beautiful; it’s a reminder for me to keep going on my path and not suppress my bluebird any longer, it reminds me of behaviour I need to unlearn
For sum reason I felt it confirmed I'm doing the best for those around me by suppressing n keeping the blue bird hidden n caged. Cause it's real tiny an all I've got left, an if I let anyone see it, then hurt it, abandon it, starve it, neglect it , lie to it, or otherwise let the filth infect it,
...then comes the real monste inside me that the bird had always kept at bay an on a leash n passified.
Everything you do is just art. I also love that you use Bukowski‘s poem‘s.
at this point i think i have watched this video, like, a hundred times. there was a time i watched it every single day, and every single week at least twice. now i watch every time i just remember this master piece. not just the poem, but the clip, its just too deep...
One of my favourites videos. There's something special in this music, poem, voice, video that touches me in a special way. Thanks for this.
What a beautiful soul that he destroyed it finding these words for us to enjoy… thank you Charles we shall go all the way’
A great poem..
For those who has a past, this means a lot.
For those who came out of the depths, still holding on to a grain of soil, this means a lot.
For those who has a blue bird, this means a lot.
My interpretation is, the bluebird is Bukowski's innocence, goodwill, and care for all but the society in which he is living needs him to be adaptable to the cleverness and realism. He is afraid of being good.
OMG! The music plays so well with this narration! It's honestly one of the most amazing things I've witnessed. Thank you.
My bluebird is my numbness . The faceless expression. I usually smile everywhere I go but alone, you wouldn’t see it unless in nature where I am surrounded by my madness
my dad told me he relates to this poem by Bukowski. i told him ‘be kind’ reminds me of him, and we both sat in silence accepting of the fact that the wounds he created cant be healed.
My bluebird is my childhood memories of being away from my father, it made me sad, lonely, weird, unstable growing up but its the same sadness and pains that made me create beautiful poems, but it makes me so sad. So one day i told myself i dont wanna be sad anymore, so i hid that bluebird until I forgot i have it. Then i became happy, relaxed and carefree. Then father died, the bluebird came back he is bigger now.
I just cant get over how good this video is with this poem
This is so beautiful. Thank you for posting this! Bukowski is the only poetry I read. He was a gift💗
"The smoke am lost in"

I have lost all of myself
I seem not to know me wholly
I feel grinded ,smashed with
a hammer ,I feel stuck between
two mountains ready to conjoin
I have lost love of nature, love of
the flowing rivers ,love of stars
glowing a million light years afar
I have lost the common feel of
Spring nor it's sweet scent flowers
I feel as useless as a stone
I feel like a music with out a tone
I have lost my way , I have lost my
slay , I feel like a flawless knight
I feel like a night stripped from it's
stars , I feel like a day with out a lit
I have lost the feel of my beloved
I have lost the way to the lips of my
Beloved , I have lost her touch
It feels now like a touch of chill
I have lost the ecstasy in her
I have lost my soul I have lost my
Flaw , in this punitive , this pang
This Agony I drink them like ale and
Be weary and drunk in this dreary
Times , and find pleasures in the
Wonders of my illusions.
Same same.
This speaks to everyone's cynical nature, which so often represses our own colorful emotions. Bukowski made a living of being unhappy and marginalized so recognizing the soft tones and the potential for beauty in his poetry and in life must have definetely been a challange. The bluebird is in itself the meaning of his existence, for letting him out at night is the one true joy in his life