Tuesday, August 4, 2009

it's not pretty

something happened yesterday that made me think of this bukowski poem. i looked it up last night and thought i'd share it here, too:

i met a genius
by charles bukowski

i met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time i'd
realized
that.

(if i could recall just exactly what it was that happened yesterday, i'd totally share that, however, i can't.)

3 comments:

tinaloz said...

was it barton springs? just austin in general? hahaha

tracey said...

you know what it was? it was the poem pinned to the wall in the bathroom. gabe & i were giggling because we were wondering if you thought we put that up. it made me think of that poem. (gabe's memory, not mine.)

tinaloz said...

I saw that and DID think for a moment that maybe the whimsical CoCos personalized their hotel bathroom :)