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A Radio With Guts
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

A Radio With Guts

Poem By Charles Bukowski

it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.

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Nothing idealistic here. It is all about a common who is driven more by his instinct than by his brain. Thanks for the poem being shared.
An innocent alcoholic? Not much of trouble had he created, instead wrote a nice poem when drunk, or about his drunkenness.
A fine example of modern poem it is indeed! Thanks for sharing here!
Fascinating poem by Charles Bukowski! What an honest description of a drunken man throwing a radio out through the window, and the radio still playing music! The exceptional nature, sensitivity and variety of his topics (e.g. A Smile To Remember) are incomparable! My Favourite Poet!
CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. To the poet's closest descendants. May he rest in peace. Amen..
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