We Will Defeat Death by Charles Bukowski

🔰The first video of the year had to be Bukowski. If I could characterize this poem with one word it would be "human" I like its down-to-earth style and its simplicity. I don't want to say anything else that might affect your interpretation. I am just grateful that you guys watch my work and keep me company. I wish you the best in 2020.

Forever Humbled
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🔰References

-The narrator is Charles Bukowski

-The music is this:

'Snowfall' by Scott Buckley - released under CC-BY 4.0. www.scottbuckley.com.au

🔰My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
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GX80
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📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
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🔰A few Charles Bukowski books
📓Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
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📓Essential Bukowski: Poetry
https://amzn.to/2IaxnMU

📓Women: A Novel
https://amzn.to/2Ts5hlz

📓The Last Night of the Earth Poems
https://amzn.to/2TqKZsP

📓Ham On Rye: A Novel
https://amzn.to/2uLMnhu

📓post office: A Novel
https://amzn.to/2VzvKAC

📓You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
https://amzn.to/2Vx9cAl

you know and I know and thee know

that as the yellow shade rips
as the cat leaps wild-eyed
as the old bartender leans on the wood
as the hummingbird sleeps

you know and I know and thee know

as the tanks practice on false battlefields
as your tires work the freeway
as the midget drunk on cheap bourbon cries alone at night
as the bulls are carefully bred for the matadors
as the grass watches you and the trees watch you
as the sea holds creatures vast and true

you know and I know and thee know

the sadness and the glory of two slippers under a bed
the ballet of your heart dancing with your blood
young girls of love who will someday hate their mirrors
overtime in hell
lunch with sick salad

you know and I know and thee know

the end as we know it now
it seems such a lousy trick after the lousy agony but

you know and I know and thee know

the joy that sometimes comes along out of nowhere
rising like a falcon moon across the impossibility

you know and I know and thee know

the cross-eyed craziness of total elation
we know that we finally have not been cheated

you know and I know and thee know

as we look at our hands our feet our lives our way
the sleeping hummingbird
the murdered dead of armies
the sun that eats you as you face it

you know and I know and thee know

we will defeat death.