Yo that's the same part that I couldn't hold it in anymore, lol that shit hit me on a personal experience level I know exactly how that feels. Salute, Mr. Bukowski
@@isidoroperez7432 This is good powerful work. check out this INJUSTICE collaboration work I did with Malcolm-Jamal Warner th-cam.com/video/1P0lMkdDfso/w-d-xo.html
I lived with blue bird 🐦 in my heart for 52yrs out of fear then one fine day i just collapsed as i could not bear the burden any longer .I cried i screamed and let the world know of its existence and lost everything i had accumulated over the years . I am rebuilding my life again with a blue bird 🐦 and at last I am at peace Tears roll from the eyes only out of gratitude towards myself.💕
klge thank you! this came to mind from 5 years ago and I never forgot this man's voice, so I came to find him. And you brought him to me. Thanks again.
When ever I'm alone at night contemplating my life this poem comes to mind ever since I discovered this video years back. It's beautiful! We all have different personalities or ideas about ourselves that we're holding back in fear of being rejected. We never quite live the ideal personas we want ourselves to have or express everything we want to. When you examine reality it's just your habits and your current ideas about yourself that restrict you. Is there even a way towards that enlightenment? Or is letting go of that idea enlightenment in of itself? These are questions that cannot be answered with just mere introspection.
Of course they can, the answer is that you must try. Your bird can sing, being tough means nothing when you don't have guts and this is what Bukowski talks about: he takes the easy way out by being miserable, writing about being miserable when he knows he could have been happy if he really tried. It's one thing to be honest with yourself, it's something completely different to actually take the steps to change your truth. This is enlightenment.
I remember reading this poem for the first time and crying like a baby. Charles Bukowski articulated feelings that I had always felt, but could never put into my own words. I saw myself as the bluebird, and it hurt.
I love how the last line reads like a challenge. Like he's opened up and shown you his sensitive side, but pushes you away at the end by accusing you of being a cry baby lest you take advantage of his vulnerability.
❤️🔥 “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think I'm not going to make it but you laugh inside remembering all the times you've felt that way” ❤️🔥 ~ Charles Bukowski 😎
I spent so many days during my 20 year addiction emersed in Boukowskis poems and readings? Even though his poems kinda helped fuel my addiction because i could relate so well i found many times his words led me to Drink and drug. His words also kept alive fore they gave me hope and desire, his words propelled me to share my own inner war. His influence gave me a weapon to fight with.The more i put words on paper the more i began to win my war. I litterally wrote my out of death and back to life.......thank you Boukowski for sharing you war with us!!!!
Hey. "You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself. Makes much more sense to live in the present tense". Right?
This is such a beautiful and honest poem. I think the bluebird represents human sensitivity/vulnerability-(our inner self or our true self; the very essence of our soul) that we mask from the world by our (public self)- out of fear and for our own protection.
One of the problems of suffering, depression, pain, is that one can come to define oneself by it. It makes you strong. It allows true art to be born. When we look at people who achieve true greatness, it's rare that they did it for the happiness during the experience. Rather, they suffered for their passion, were willing to sacrifice themselves for their purpose; any lasting pleasure only coming after the task's end. What would history make of Captain Oates, or Madam Curie without self-sacrifice? What art comes from Van Gogh without intense loneliness? What would we make of Bukowski had he ever let the bluebird free?
so true, but before you think about gloryfying this way of life as a necessity of fine art as a result ... I for one had hopes that mankind had learned from people like that, a Modigliani, Antoinin Artaud, etc ...they didn't, don't, wont (the genius of the crowd is a docu, not fiction) so ppl like that, me, having no choice, are left to suffer over and over, again and again, in one way or another sad really, cause ppl like that should be dancing around the planet, healing it, th-cam.com/video/5cEEvao0sww/w-d-xo.html cause they did so much, with so little in return. too little. considering what they gave to us. Mankind should be embarrassed really, if only they knew and fully realized what those ppl have given, while they are, again, sold off in auctions with cold and meaningless dollars ...
“The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. No big laboratory is needed in which to think. Originality thrives in seclusion free of outside influences beating upon us to cripple the creative mind. Be alone, that is the secret of invention; be alone, that is when ideas are born. That is why many of the earthly miracles have had their genesis in humble surroundings." ” ― Tesla
Well, that depends on what type of depression a person has. It also destroys the will to create anything artistic at all. What strength you had as a teenager with the illness goes away by your 20s for some people who have this condition.
Some people think that there is something glamorous about being a poet. Like the Christ, the Artist suffers for the rest of us. We get to experience the Wonder of his or her Creation without experiencing the Pain that gave birth to it.
the blue bird for me represents the naivety in my heart to just enjoy life be happy explore be exited like I used to as a child and teenager. But now I cant let it loose I cant let it go . I cant be naive I have problems I am fearful because I know I will get hurt
Wonderful. This is one of Hank's best moments. The music and reading really complement the poem. It breaks my heart a little because, I think, it captures what Bukowski was all about.
I agree. I think this is one Hank's most sincere poems ever. People that say he was a woman hater and that the only thing he did was drinking have not really read his works. He was a beautiful man who felt inferior to everyone and who found an outlet for emotions through his writing. And that's what's writing all about. "Poetry is what happens when nothing else can."
ramone138 I feel like Hank is still very much alive through his work. It actually makes me feel sad sometimes when I realize he isn't here, but good art lives on forever.
@@JayAnAm poetry is meant to be interpreted in different ways, don't act like you're in some exclusive boys club because you picked up on something during one of his interviews. You're pretentious.
The bluebird... that wonderful expression of our true selves that we know is in there, waiting to sing its song. But, as Bukowski implies, we are afraid. The irony being that he describes himself as "too tough" or "too clever" to let it out, when in reality it is the strongest of us who can be totally vulnerable, and let our inner bluebirds sing their songs for the rest of the world to hear. Say what your heart longs to say! Please do not let your bluebird die away in its cage. What a wonderfully sad image; an old man hushing his inner bluebird as he has always done. In the end, vulnerability and speaking our opinions clearly and truly form the path to meaningful connection. As Dr Seuss said, "those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind!"
Alfred Wu not hardly man. Hank had a penchant for drinking and opening his inner demons on paper. It was a job, and with that job came a routine of alcohol and depression. He knew he could never be normal, less risk the (bluebird) getting out and being normal with zero spark or creativity. It’s in all of his work. A hard working laureate with a penchant for self-destructive creativity.
“Those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter” - Dr. Seuss. I’ve said that saying my whole life. Thought of it as this video played. I cried, it’s amazing! Love the video!
I read this poem when I was 21 in New York City, it was 1985, a friend had given me an underground book of some of Bukowski's works, there I was sitting on a fire escape tearing up as I though my life and my relationship with my family was spiralling out of control, so I quit drugs and enrolled back into school . I saw Bukowski as a mentor you could love but his life was a telling warning of what you didn't want to end up like, in retrospect i think he was "maybe" a man that unconsciously or consciously wanted to showed the bumps and evils in the road without being a father or authoritarian. "see me?" you will be fine.
The bluebird in my heart went out a long time ago, but no one understood so i hid it once again. I thought it died. For many years i thought i was happy but He came out when the person i love the most died. It never left from that time on.
yes, i do Charles. A man who does not weep after listening to this poem must be having his blue bird out there, singing happily or else it must have died inside his heart.
My friend Brian used to listen to this al the time & we found him dead on August 15 2015 , he hung himself in bathroom with his belt …. He most certainly had a a beautiful blue bird in his heart ❤️ I miss you pal & Im honored that you allowed me to see the see blue bird that was in your heart , he was on 27 years old
After so many years still blue and discover the secrets behind a beautiful poem speaks always like a willow that danced the wind still blue in solitude Anne thanks for this video and what a beautiful voice and poem.
Thank you for your service, good buddy. Hang tough. Sometimes Life (like Mother Nature) can try to beat you down. When that happens, just tell it to Phukk Off.
All of us have some kind of a bluebird in our hearts and it’s not the things it does to us but the things we do to deal with it defines who we really are.It’s not the bluebird who we put into a cage, it’s the bluebird turning our hearts into cages.
Thanks to my dear doctor, now you arent here.. But i know you are peace and calm in heaven without smoking... You taugth me so many many lessons of life/living Including this poem... Always this poem has been with myself.. Inside my soul
The first Bukowski poem I ever discovered years ago. Immersed myself in his writing after, but at almost 42 I always come back to this one tl listen or read it. Or I think of it at times. Always resonated with me since i was younger.
Of course there would be far fewever poets, but I woild be willing to make the trade-off. I don't believe that there are any Souls writing Poetry in Heaven. No need.
We all crave the childhood innocence and honestly we all had that’s what the heart craves but the world is quite cruel by denying us all that beauty we took for granted.
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 and we sleep together
bluebird: i found you in a dark hour. in the drive-through line for fast food. i cried a bit. i put my fake smile back on and will continue to keep fighting and living on. thanks Bukowski you might’ve saved my life today
This surmises the humanity of the archetypal red-blooded male. Warrior-esque, with his core weakness being in touch with his own sensitive side. to show vulnerability. because he's aware the armor that is his ego has that weakness. it's a tragic beauty thats rarely seen, let alone; acknowledged.
Man! This is definitely a sin. But I'm jealous that you have the chance to read all of his great work for the first time. Make sure your refrigerator is full of beer, dude!
I'd rather model excess and create beauty. Live intensely and passionatelly. Who do you wanna be like? Some regular guy that lives until 100 through a boring fucking life? And you can take him as an inspiration , and maybe try to emulate things from him, positive things without the baggage
Good point, nothing to object at this. You're right that we should let our own individuality shine, to not conform, but by imitating someone else who was not a conformist, we merely conform to another pattern. I really like your comment, it really speaks to me, that I should be myself and not walk, as you said, in the shadow of others. But how do you find that, how do you do that when you're inclined to imitate others, how can you be original, when there are so many things that had been done before you ? How do you find that deep sense of individuality and do your 'thang' ?
I feel like this is one of the biggest problems in society. We try too hard to conform to a norm and stop beeing ourselves. We stop listening to what really motivates and inspires us deeply, instead we live a life we are told to live. This is (in my opinion) what makes us so depressed and sad. There's someting inside of us, a part of us (bluebird) that wants to see the world, wants to experience all the beauty we have in our world, and we cage it inside us while we live a boring live with a 8 to 5 job and hours of TV... We get spoonfed technology, fashion and we get told what to buy, what to listen to, what to watch, what to know and what to think. The world is out there guys and girls! Go out, adventure and dee the world. Write, sing, drink, party, fuck, try new stuff, give and take what you can and never NEVER stay in your comfort zone!
The placement of "do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?" Is just complete mastery. The reader can replace their greatest dream so easily. Genius.
The second answer on Quora: Bluebird” represents Bukowski’s sensitive and tender side, which he sometimes shows in his poetry and in real life (such as his love for his daughter). He realizes he has a tender side but as the poem “Bluebird” alludes, he has to suppress it most of the time and does this through drinking, smoking and maintaining a “tough guy” attitude. The implication in the poem is that if Bukowski allows his “sensitive side” (i.e., the bluebird) to come out too often he will lose his edge and maybe will be unable to write the gritty, realistic poems he is (was) famous for writing. An additional implication is that he needs to keep the sensitive side hidden to deal with the harsh realities of life and to avoid being even more vulnerable to the disappointments and pain of living. “Bluebird,” though, is an acknowledgement that Bukowski does have this sensitive side that he tries to keep in check. As a contrast, check out the Nick Lowe song, “The Beast in Me,” which is a song about a man needing to keep the wild, beastly side of himself in check and under control.
I don’t know if any of you have heard it but this poem and Here Come the Lonely Nights by Moby have the same vibe. Even the voice of the video matches the ones in the song.
Well it's like when I am sleeping by myself at night feeling like a little kid that needs a warm hug, and every morning put my serious face mask on and try my best until the night comes again and feels like i am a kid again
I think the blue bird is the voice inside that says you can reach for the stars. but reality is too disappointing to succeed while shooting for the stars. people will look at you as a fool. and you will be a fool. many of the brightest minds were mocked for their greatest ideas until they died and people's egos could accept that maybe the dead man was right. so even though the poem doesn't speak it, the bluebird can't be let out. the bluebird has to stay a fantasy to delight at 3am alone in bed. if you let the bluebird out, that's happiness and then it's gone. everything in us that controls the bluebird is what makes us human. the bluebird is what gives is a sliver of something greater.
I feel like bluebird was supposed to symbolize innocence and the good side of all of us. None of us are as innocent as we used to be and our experiences lead us to push the bluebird down and not let him out
I took it that the bluebird is our emotions. He lets the bluebird out when no one is looking. He keeps the facade of being either a tough guy or at least keeping his emotions in check. No matter what, at some point we all have to let our emotions out whether we admit it or not. We are all human and have feelings.
Yeah i see it as that pure emotion and consciousness we all really are at out very core, the real loving us without ego and jobs and all other labels the real loving us with no front put on. He hid it inside and only allowed it to show when no one was around as a lot of us tend to do.
It symbolizes sorrow, joy, happiness, and all other emotions that can be conceived as weakness from a man. We hide our bluebird, in fear of being exposed.
With a common last name, I sometimes get the request for live poem reading (and I don't know any poetrey), so I learned this one. Awesome moment when its finished. Bukowski Lives!
I know my soul is beautiful; I know I'm a good person and that will never change for me... Someday we will fall down and weep, And we will understand it all .. All things 👤
Thanks my dear doctor... You are in heaven sure!!! Tributed to you.... You taugth me what was a daddy who loves. And once you read me this piem...you said: "now you dont understand" now i understand it. Your wife is very kind!! Thanks my 2 daddy
"I say, I know that you're there,.
so don't be sad." really hits me.
Yo that's the same part that I couldn't hold it in anymore, lol that shit hit me on a personal experience level I know exactly how that feels. Salute, Mr. Bukowski
@@isidoroperez7432 This is good powerful work. check out this INJUSTICE collaboration work I did with Malcolm-Jamal Warner th-cam.com/video/1P0lMkdDfso/w-d-xo.html
Jesus loves you, He knows you're there.
💚
I’m a 31 year old dude and have never cried from a poem before...until now...
I had the same reaction
30 in july..
Nothing hits me HARD as this poem...
Bukowski is an amazing artist. check out the documentary about him, you can always find a few of his books at bookstores.
Happy 32!
@@thaerjaber1814 don't let your blue bird die
yes Charles, I weep..
Me too :'l
So do I
I am
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kowshik banur to
I lived with blue bird 🐦 in my heart for 52yrs out of fear then one fine day i just collapsed as i could not bear the burden any longer .I cried i screamed and let the world know of its existence and lost everything i had accumulated over the years . I am rebuilding my life again with a blue bird 🐦 and at last I am at peace
Tears roll from the eyes only out of gratitude towards myself.💕
What was the bluebird for you if you don’t mind ?
I'm glad you're finally at peace with yourself 🌹
What is exactly the blue bird ? Is it rage or any negative action?
@@daaksahbyour authentic self
I think it s like depresion, @@daaksahb
I believe many, many hearts harbor bluebirds.
The commies have cardinals in their hearts.
@@denniswoodie6562 but they weep as the bluebird owners ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Then release them … 🤗 🙃 🥳
My bluebird only comes out at night... And we comfort each other.... His words make me weep sometimes...... Do you?
true.
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski. Narrated by Tom O'Bedlam.
It's just keeps getting brilliant.
klge thank you! this came to mind from 5 years ago and I never forgot this man's voice, so I came to find him. And you brought him to me. Thanks again.
The Sun Dog awesome. Glad you found what you wanted. Tom O'Bedlam is the right voice for Hanks's work. And Drew: yes indeed!
Uh i thought it was bukowski's voice there
So touching an apt right now. Thank you.
When ever I'm alone at night contemplating my life this poem comes to mind ever since I discovered this video years back. It's beautiful! We all have different personalities or ideas about ourselves that we're holding back in fear of being rejected. We never quite live the ideal personas we want ourselves to have or express everything we want to. When you examine reality it's just your habits and your current ideas about yourself that restrict you. Is there even a way towards that enlightenment? Or is letting go of that idea enlightenment in of itself? These are questions that cannot be answered with just mere introspection.
Of course they can, the answer is that you must try. Your bird can sing, being tough means nothing when you don't have guts and this is what Bukowski talks about: he takes the easy way out by being miserable, writing about being miserable when he knows he could have been happy if he really tried. It's one thing to be honest with yourself, it's something completely different to actually take the steps to change your truth. This is enlightenment.
Good comment
One of the best comments I've ever read, maybe because it speaks to me. Had to login to thank you for it.
Alec McKinney well said Alec..
Very well said Alec.
one of the saddest poems i have ever read/heard. I love him.
It is sad. But, it has the ability to make others aware of their own bluebird. I like it.
I love you
Buwoski new video
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines- Neruda.
I'm a combat vet and i weep when I hear this
You know why poems are amazing? Because we all can interpret it in our own way. No matter what our situation is, the poem still fits in.
I remember reading this poem for the first time and crying like a baby. Charles Bukowski articulated feelings that I had always felt, but could never put into my own words. I saw myself as the bluebird, and it hurt.
This poem hurts with his voice.
I never tought that i can miss somebody i never knew. But i miss you Buk.
i can relate. I would love to have known him.
I love how the last line reads like a challenge. Like he's opened up and shown you his sensitive side, but pushes you away at the end by accusing you of being a cry baby lest you take advantage of his vulnerability.
❤️🔥
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think
I'm not going to make it
but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you've felt that way”
❤️🔥
~ Charles Bukowski 😎
Based
Felt that way so many times yet I'm still here...for better or for worse.
I thought I knew poetry but then I didn't, this resets the clock of life. It's so profound and bears the truth for many of us. Thanks Charles.
Only one word for the great Charles Bukowski:
GENIUS!
I cry a little every time I listen....its beautiful, its tragic, its timeless..x
Me too when he says don't be sad I know you're there my heart hurts
I spent so many days during my 20 year addiction emersed in Boukowskis poems and readings? Even though his poems kinda helped fuel my addiction because i could relate so well i found many times his words led me to Drink and drug. His words also kept alive fore they gave me hope and desire, his words propelled me to share my own inner war. His influence gave me a weapon to fight with.The more i put words on paper the more i began to win my war. I litterally wrote my out of death and back to life.......thank you Boukowski for sharing you war with us!!!!
Hey. "You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself. Makes much more sense to live in the present tense". Right?
This poem hit me like a ton of bricks. Absolutely brilliant.
I think all of our bluebirds are our inner child
I love this line, " Do you want to blow my book sales in Europe."
I know, it's so incongruous, but also so honest.
Every single time I listen to this it gets me, reducing me to tears. This is powerful beyond belief.
This is such a beautiful and honest poem. I think the bluebird represents human sensitivity/vulnerability-(our inner self or our true self; the very essence of our soul) that we mask from the world by our (public self)- out of fear and for our own protection.
I feel you
I think it´s about a bird somehow living inside a man.
The bird is his sobriety. Alcohol destroyed him, and made him a tough mean bastard. It's hard to understand unless you are or have been an alcoholic.
@@Jabullz agreed
No shit.
I weep whenever I hear this reading, which is most days.
One of the problems of suffering, depression, pain, is that one can come to define oneself by it. It makes you strong. It allows true art to be born.
When we look at people who achieve true greatness, it's rare that they did it for the happiness during the experience. Rather, they suffered for their passion, were willing to sacrifice themselves for their purpose; any lasting pleasure only coming after the task's end.
What would history make of Captain Oates, or Madam Curie without self-sacrifice? What art comes from Van Gogh without intense loneliness? What would we make of Bukowski had he ever let the bluebird free?
so true, but before you think about gloryfying this way of life as a necessity of fine art as a result ...
I for one had hopes that mankind had learned from people like that, a Modigliani, Antoinin Artaud, etc
...they didn't, don't, wont
(the genius of the crowd is a docu, not fiction)
so ppl like that, me, having no choice,
are left to suffer over and over, again and again, in one way or another
sad really, cause ppl like that should be dancing around the planet, healing it,
th-cam.com/video/5cEEvao0sww/w-d-xo.html
cause they did so much, with so little in return.
too little.
considering what they gave to us.
Mankind should be embarrassed really,
if only they knew and fully realized what those ppl have given,
while they are, again, sold off in auctions with cold and meaningless dollars ...
“The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. No big laboratory is needed in which to think. Originality thrives in seclusion free of outside influences beating upon us to cripple the creative mind. Be alone, that is the secret of invention; be alone, that is when ideas are born. That is why many of the earthly miracles have had their genesis in humble surroundings."
”
― Tesla
Well, that depends on what type of depression a person has. It also destroys the will to create anything artistic at all. What strength you had as a teenager with the illness goes away by your 20s for some people who have this condition.
Some people think that there is something glamorous about being a poet. Like the Christ, the Artist suffers for the rest of us. We get to experience the Wonder of his or her Creation without experiencing the Pain that gave birth to it.
His words are so deep and meaningful. He touches my soul. May we all live this.
The poem the voice the music, perfect!
the blue bird for me represents the naivety in my heart to just enjoy life be happy explore be exited like I used to as a child and teenager. But now I cant let it loose I cant let it go . I cant be naive I have problems I am fearful because I know I will get hurt
This is Bukowski at his best.
This poem is top of the list.
There was a bluebird in my heart, but long ago she flew away . . .
Phillipines, Bukowski, a poem, a sunrise, a tattoo... amazing coincidences and such a wonderful time. There is a blue bird in my heart
This has got to be one of the greatest poems I've ever known.
There's a L O B S T E R in my heart.
B eterson
Ahahahahahah
Clean your room 😂
There's a DOMINANCE HIERARCHY in my heart
you ruined the whole comment section
Amazing poem. I love this guy so much.
Wonderful. This is one of Hank's best moments. The music and reading really complement the poem. It breaks my heart a little because, I think, it captures what Bukowski was all about.
I agree entirely. The music and the poem - to me at least - is the very essence of Bukowski
I agree. I think this is one Hank's most sincere poems ever. People that say he was a woman hater and that the only thing he did was drinking have not really read his works. He was a beautiful man who felt inferior to everyone and who found an outlet for emotions through his writing. And that's what's writing all about. "Poetry is what happens when nothing else can."
ramone138 I feel like Hank is still very much alive through his work. It actually makes me feel sad sometimes when I realize he isn't here, but good art lives on forever.
Jez Creed
Absolutely. I think Hank has stood the test of time. I also think his work is more relevant than ever, at least for me it is.
This guy sounds like Santa Claus.
That's not what Bukowski is all about.
every time i hear this i get this strange feeling of reality striking
Like a gong. And no piece escapes the vibrating tremors. We have molten cores.
I spent sometime locked up and I had written in pencil next to my bed, so I could see randomly, "There's a bluebird in my heart."
This was brought up in my rehab, it hits hard when you hit rock bottom and go through it and traverse the land back to the top
rips my fucking heart out.
i know right! Tears are falling.
Kasper Skovsager
yeah - some people know of what he's talking about. few people.
It kicks the feels right between the legs.
@@JayAnAm poetry is meant to be interpreted in different ways, don't act like you're in some exclusive boys club because you picked up on something during one of his interviews. You're pretentious.
@@gurrier3877 You dont know me or anything it had to go through, so you're the one who is pretentious. Conversation ends here.
Extremely beautiful
I still weep Charles, But......My Bluebird still sings. It will keep singing until this beautiful fight of mine is over.
The bluebird... that wonderful expression of our true selves that we know is in there, waiting to sing its song. But, as Bukowski implies, we are afraid. The irony being that he describes himself as "too tough" or "too clever" to let it out, when in reality it is the strongest of us who can be totally vulnerable, and let our inner bluebirds sing their songs for the rest of the world to hear.
Say what your heart longs to say! Please do not let your bluebird die away in its cage. What a wonderfully sad image; an old man hushing his inner bluebird as he has always done. In the end, vulnerability and speaking our opinions clearly and truly form the path to meaningful connection. As Dr Seuss said, "those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind!"
Alfred Wu that’s what I thought
@@andreasliebscher8930 love it.
Alfred Wu not hardly man. Hank had a penchant for drinking and opening his inner demons on paper. It was a job, and with that job came a routine of alcohol and depression. He knew he could never be normal, less risk the (bluebird) getting out and being normal with zero spark or creativity. It’s in all of his work. A hard working laureate with a penchant for self-destructive creativity.
“Those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter” - Dr. Seuss. I’ve said that saying my whole life. Thought of it as this video played. I cried, it’s amazing! Love the video!
Instead people display their ego to others because that is what others are also showing
This is just pure beauty
He masterfully conveys is inner world. God Damn that's rare.
I read this poem when I was 21 in New York City, it was 1985, a friend had given me an underground book of some of Bukowski's works, there I was sitting on a fire escape tearing up as I though my life and my relationship with my family was spiralling out of control, so I quit drugs and enrolled back into school
. I saw Bukowski as a mentor you could love but his life was a telling warning of what you didn't want to end up like, in retrospect i think he was "maybe" a man that unconsciously or consciously wanted to showed the bumps and evils in the road without being a father or authoritarian. "see me?" you will be fine.
I wish I could upvote this more than once,
RIP Charles
A perfect poem, perfectly read. Sheer wonderfulness.
The bluebird in my heart went out a long time ago, but no one understood so i hid it once again. I thought it died. For many years i thought i was happy but He came out when the person i love the most died. It never left from that time on.
yes, i do Charles. A man who does not weep after listening to this poem must be having his blue bird out there, singing happily or else it must have died inside his heart.
cant stop crying... all my emotions came out at once...because theres a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out...
My friend Brian used to listen to this al the time & we found him dead on August 15 2015 , he hung himself in bathroom with his belt …. He most certainly had a a beautiful blue bird in his heart ❤️ I miss you pal & Im honored that you allowed me to see the see blue bird that was in your heart , he was on 27 years old
Sorry to hear buddy. If you listen you can hear that bluebird sing sometimes in quiet moments thinking of the good times with your friend. Take care.
After so many years
still blue and discover
the secrets behind
a beautiful poem
speaks always
like a willow
that danced the wind
still blue in solitude
Anne
thanks for this video and what a beautiful voice and poem.
This is so intense I can't believe it even exist. I don't have other words. Simply thanks for this incredible video.
How I manage my ptsd I think of this..🇺🇸🇺🇸🤙stay blessed
Thank you for your service, good buddy. Hang tough. Sometimes Life (like Mother Nature) can try to beat you down. When that happens, just tell it to Phukk Off.
All of us have some kind of a bluebird in our hearts and it’s not the things it does to us but the things we do to deal with it defines who we really are.It’s not the bluebird who we put into a cage, it’s the bluebird turning our hearts into cages.
Perfection. I read this poem almost every day. He delivers his own words so well it comes alive.
I do weep, Charles ..
Thanks to my dear doctor, now you arent here.. But i know you are peace and calm in heaven without smoking...
You taugth me so many many lessons of life/living
Including this poem... Always this poem has been with myself.. Inside my soul
The music reminds me of Interstellar and Hans Zimmer.
Quiet October reminded me of interstellar too!
I had to look it up, they are so similar.... like fraudulently similar considering this was posted 2 years before Interstellar came out
Do you know the name of the music in the video?
@@osmincontreras4655 hans zimmer is known to rip other compositions.
@@florianmarinescu2901 Damn man hr straight up robbed that song
The first Bukowski poem I ever discovered years ago. Immersed myself in his writing after, but at almost 42 I always come back to this one tl listen or read it. Or I think of it at times. Always resonated with me since i was younger.
This poem perfectly describes how I always feel.
This poem brought me to tears. First time I read it, I was surprised how much it described myself. And I think that’s what Charles was going for.
damn. that gave me serious chills. very good.
Mic drop! Perfect. This one poem would have been enough to keep the name bukowski rememberd til the stars burn out. Amazing!
the number of times u read...the deeper you get into his words❤️
This one just so deep even darkness seems so bright....
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Imagine if we all let our birds out, it would be a world of beautiful birds instead of the f.... hell we have.
Of course there would be far fewever poets, but I woild be willing to make the trade-off. I don't believe that there are any Souls writing Poetry in Heaven. No need.
My bluebird is ugly
@@electric_screams6581 No, it's beautiful, your taste just not right...
We all crave the childhood innocence and honestly we all had that’s what the heart craves but the world is quite cruel by denying us all that beauty we took for granted.
Utterly sublime words. What a man.
This is my ultimate favorite poem and always will be.
+Breakfast with Satan would be absolutely fantastic to know what it is you take from this poem
من اجمل الأشعار التي قرأتها. So touching words
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
and we sleep together
bluebird: i found you in a dark hour. in the drive-through line for fast food. i cried a bit. i put my fake smile back on and will continue to keep fighting and living on. thanks Bukowski you might’ve saved my life today
One of the hardest poems ever written
What do you mean? How?
Every time I listen to this poem it breaks my blackbird heart and I want to cry 😢 I identify with the bluebird.
This surmises the humanity of the archetypal red-blooded male. Warrior-esque, with his core weakness being in touch with his own sensitive side. to show vulnerability. because he's aware the armor that is his ego has that weakness. it's a tragic beauty thats rarely seen, let alone; acknowledged.
I have a feeling borkowski lived every word of this poem
"I don't weep,do you?"
The best part👍🏻The irony in this part reffering to bluebird created an awesome sense of art here!Wow I am fascinated🙏🏼🧡
Most beautuful poetry....
A truly moving poem. Everyday i tell my wife ive got a bluebird in my heart, we know its in there. She knows it when she hears it 😊
I want to weep, Charles. It's not the same as actually doing it, but My God, I wish I were able to.
The 🐦 is 'out' since 94! Love this man's work!
I just found out about Bukowski. He's my new favorite, idk how I haven't heard him sooner.
Man! This is definitely a sin. But I'm jealous that you have the chance to read all of his great work for the first time. Make sure your refrigerator is full of beer, dude!
No. the important thing is to read Bukowski, not to try to BE Bukowski.
why not
I'd rather model excess and create beauty. Live intensely and passionatelly. Who do you wanna be like?
Some regular guy that lives until 100 through a boring fucking life?
And you can take him as an inspiration , and maybe try to emulate things from him, positive things without the baggage
Good point, nothing to object at this. You're right that we should let our own individuality shine, to not conform, but by imitating someone else who was not a conformist, we merely conform to another pattern. I really like your comment, it really speaks to me, that I should be myself and not walk, as you said, in the shadow of others. But how do you find that, how do you do that when you're inclined to imitate others, how can you be original, when there are so many things that had been done before you ? How do you find that deep sense of individuality and do your 'thang' ?
This poem saved my life
I feel like this is one of the biggest problems in society. We try too hard to conform to a norm and stop beeing ourselves. We stop listening to what really motivates and inspires us deeply, instead we live a life we are told to live.
This is (in my opinion) what makes us so depressed and sad. There's someting inside of us, a part of us (bluebird) that wants to see the world, wants to experience all the beauty we have in our world, and we cage it inside us while we live a boring live with a 8 to 5 job and hours of TV...
We get spoonfed technology, fashion and we get told what to buy, what to listen to, what to watch, what to know and what to think.
The world is out there guys and girls! Go out, adventure and dee the world. Write, sing, drink, party, fuck, try new stuff, give and take what you can and never NEVER stay in your comfort zone!
There is a good side to being old, very very old, you're much closer the last moment of your life.
No more worries. No more pain.
very profound and beautiful
The placement of "do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?" Is just complete mastery. The reader can replace their greatest dream so easily. Genius.
This man redesigned the modern Art of poesy...what a character he was.
That Bluebird flutters by teasing my soul..a ticklish type of torture at times but I hope it never changes. After all who doesn't miss a best friend x
The second answer on Quora:
Bluebird” represents Bukowski’s sensitive and tender side, which he sometimes shows in his poetry and in real life (such as his love for his daughter). He realizes he has a tender side but as the poem “Bluebird” alludes, he has to suppress it most of the time and does this through drinking, smoking and maintaining a “tough guy” attitude.
The implication in the poem is that if Bukowski allows his “sensitive side” (i.e., the bluebird) to come out too often he will lose his edge and maybe will be unable to write the gritty, realistic poems he is (was) famous for writing. An additional implication is that he needs to keep the sensitive side hidden to deal with the harsh realities of life and to avoid being even more vulnerable to the disappointments and pain of living.
“Bluebird,” though, is an acknowledgement that Bukowski does have this sensitive side that he tries to keep in check. As a contrast, check out the Nick Lowe song, “The Beast in Me,” which is a song about a man needing to keep the wild, beastly side of himself in check and under control.
I don’t know if any of you have heard it but this poem and Here Come the Lonely Nights by Moby have the same vibe. Even the voice of the video matches the ones in the song.
touched my heart x
And we sleep together like that
With our secret pact
- wow heart wrenching stuff Charles! Only poem that has made me weep like a baby 😢
Well it's like when I am sleeping by myself at night feeling like a little kid that needs a warm hug, and every morning put my serious face mask on and try my best until the night comes again and feels like i am a kid again
I think the blue bird is the voice inside that says you can reach for the stars.
but reality is too disappointing to succeed while shooting for the stars. people will look at you as a fool. and you will be a fool. many of the brightest minds were mocked for their greatest ideas until they died and people's egos could accept that maybe the dead man was right. so even though the poem doesn't speak it, the bluebird can't be let out. the bluebird has to stay a fantasy to delight at 3am alone in bed. if you let the bluebird out, that's happiness and then it's gone. everything in us that controls the bluebird is what makes us human. the bluebird is what gives is a sliver of something greater.
I feel like bluebird was supposed to symbolize innocence and the good side of all of us. None of us are as innocent as we used to be and our experiences lead us to push the bluebird down and not let him out
So.... you gotta let him out.. Let him free.
I took it that the bluebird is our emotions. He lets the bluebird out when no one is looking. He keeps the facade of being either a tough guy or at least keeping his emotions in check. No matter what, at some point we all have to let our emotions out whether we admit it or not. We are all human and have feelings.
Yeah i see it as that pure emotion and consciousness we all really are at out very core, the real loving us without ego and jobs and all other labels the real loving us with no front put on. He hid it inside and only allowed it to show when no one was around as a lot of us tend to do.
It symbolizes sorrow, joy, happiness, and all other emotions that can be conceived as weakness from a man. We hide our bluebird, in fear of being exposed.
Blade619234 : isn't it more likely he is someone else or something else when writing....that's what the bluebird is...the passion
With a common last name, I sometimes get the request for live poem reading (and I don't know any poetrey), so I learned this one. Awesome moment when its finished. Bukowski Lives!
Some people are so traumatized that happiness becomes like a lie to them. Charles could still write with his trauma not everyone can.
Happiness can be as deceitful as a Crown of Thorns.
Bluebird was my song !!! But I love poetry first... This just changed it!! Keep it caged !!
I know my soul is beautiful; I know I'm a good person and that will never change for me...
Someday we will fall down and weep,
And we will understand it all .. All things 👤
Thanks my dear doctor... You are in heaven sure!!!
Tributed to you.... You taugth me what was a daddy who loves.
And once you read me this piem...you said: "now you dont understand" now i understand it.
Your wife is very kind!!
Thanks my 2 daddy