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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

my computer

“what?” they say, “you got a
computer?”
 
it’s like I have sold out to
the enemy.
 
I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced
against
computers.
 
even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.
 
one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed
genuinely
pissed.
 
I am aware that a
computer can’t create
a poem.
but neither can a
typewriter.
 
yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
“what?
you have a
computer?
you?”
 
yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
night,
sometimes with
beer or
wine,
sometimes
without
and I work the
computer.
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.
 
and the poems
come flying
out,
better than
ever.
 
I have no
idea what causes
all this
computer
prejudice.
 
me?
I want to go
the next step
beyond the
computer.
I’m sure it’s
there.
 
and when I get
it,
they’ll say,
“hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a
space—biter!”
 
“what? ”
 
“yes, it’s true!”
 
“I can’t believe
it!”
 
and I’ll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I’ll be
85 years old
driving it home
to
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
sheep.
or her
computer.

#Americans #XXCentury

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