{"id":2145,"date":"2008-01-11T14:18:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-11T14:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2145"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:14","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:14","slug":"poetry-friday-hades-hath-frozen-over-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2145","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Hades Hath Frozen Over: I like a Bukowski poem."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>&#8220;fame,&#8221;<\/b> by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/poet.php\/prmPID\/394\" target=\"_blank\">Charles Bukowski<\/a>. From <i>Open All Night<\/i>: New Poems (Black Sparrow Press).<\/p>\n<p>some want it, I don&#8217;t want it, I<br \/>want to do whatever it is I do<br \/>and just do it.<br \/>I don&#8217;t want to look into the<br \/>adulating eye,<br \/>shake the sweating<br \/>palm.<br \/>I think that whatever I do<br \/>is my business.<br \/>I do it because if I don&#8217;t<br \/>I&#8217;m finished.<br \/>I&#8217;m selfish:<br \/>I do it for myself<br \/>to save what is left of<br \/>myself.<br \/>and when I am<br \/>approached as<br \/>hero or<br \/>half-god or<br \/>guru<br \/>I refuse to accept<br \/>that.<br \/>I don&#8217;t want their<br \/>congratulations,<br \/>their worship,<br \/>their companionship.<\/p>\n<p>I may have half-a-<br \/>million readers,<br \/>a million,<br \/>two million.<br \/>I don&#8217;t care.<br \/>I write the word<br \/>how I have to<br \/>write it.<\/p>\n<p>and, in the<br \/>beginning,<br \/>when there were no<br \/>readers<br \/>I wrote the word<br \/>as I needed to write the<br \/>word<br \/>and if all<br \/>the half-million,<br \/>the million,<br \/>the two million,<br \/>disappear<br \/>I will continue to<br \/>write the<br \/>word<br \/>as I always have.<\/p>\n<p>the reader is an<br \/>afterthought,<br \/>the placenta,<br \/>an accident,<br \/>and any writer who<br \/>believes otherwise<br \/>is a bigger fool than<br \/>his<br \/>following.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/R4d8q0AeY5I\/AAAAAAAAAb0\/L8gNFXSDGLs\/s1600-h\/fame_tv-series.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"I Wanna Live For-eh-eh-vah\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/01\/fame_tv-series.jpg\" align=\"left\" hspace=\"10\" \/><\/a>I had to read Bukowski in grad school. His violence, aggressive language and sexually charged fiction wasn&#8217;t my favorite by a long shot, but with this one poem, I agree. Fame isn&#8217;t anything all that desirable to me. I&#8217;m not sure if it&#8217;s possible to make a living from writing without achieving some measure of fame, but I&#8217;d like to think I would still write every day if I won the lottery&#8230; so it must mean more than money to me. (Good thing, huh?!) If fame means having every facet of my life scrutinized and more attention paid to my couture choices than my writing, then I&#8217;m definitely not interested.<\/p>\n<p>I wonder what the perks and drawbacks are for people who are &#8216;famous&#8217; in YA circles&#8230; other than JK Rowling, of course, who is just having fun being a celebrity. If you don&#8217;t flash your cash or own a castle like Rowling does but can make a living from your writing, are you still considered famous? What really makes fame? I wonder.<\/p>\n<p>Someone posted the Naomi Shihab Nye poem on fame last week, which really got me thinking. I love her concluding stanza:<\/p>\n<p><i>I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,<br \/>or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,<br \/>but because it never forgot what it could do<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Is that fame enough for you and me? I wonder&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>(I also wonder why all the &#8220;kids&#8221; from <i>Fame<\/i> look about thirty five. Anyway!) More poetry people have gathered at <a href=\"http:\/\/bookmineset.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">The Book Mine Set<\/a>, get thee thence!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;fame,&#8221; by Charles Bukowski. From Open All Night: New Poems (Black Sparrow Press). some want it, I don&#8217;t want it, Iwant to do whatever&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2145","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2145","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2145"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2145\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4645,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2145\/revisions\/4645"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2145"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2145"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}