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Who needs it?

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 10, 2010 by Mj Rains

see this poem?
it was
written without drinking
I don’t need to drink
to write.
I can write without
my wife says I can.
I’m not drinking
and I’m writing.
see this poem?
it was
written without drinking.
who needs a drink now?

probably the reader.

poem by
Charles Bukowski
the man who “brought everybody down to earth,
even the angels.”

image: link


Weekend Stories

Posted in When it RAINs with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2009 by Mj Rains



Of course we all got together Sunday, in celebration of Labor Day, a much more muted party, compared to the 4th, but it was nice.  Uncles had family stories as usual, the funny but true, and had us laughing until the bottles were empty…here’s one I had to write down and share, one I’d never heard before two days ago…

My grandfather, who we called Pop, was a coal miner in the 30s and 40s, making about $16 a day.  After work with regularity, he’d head over to the local bar, (what my mom pegged a “beer garden”) to have his usual ‘shot and a beer’ (“To keep the dust down,” he used to say).  Upon arriving on one such occassion he saw his friend Al at the bar, and when the barmaid came over to take his order he said, “Give Al one too.”  Now Pop was Slovak, an original from Czechoslovakia, and he had a thick accent which I loved.  When he’d said “Al” the bar maid thought he said “All” and she set up the entire bar with drinks.   Then she went over to my Pop. 

 “Andrew,” she said. “That will be thirteen dollars.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Pop said, quite shocked.  “What the hell is Al drinking?”

Photo:  From the Pa. Miners Association history images.

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