
Sometimes a rant can lead from a quote to a poem. I don't like it when people have a line attached to their name and then it's quoted and quoted and quoted. I wonder how Gandhi would feel about "being the change..." or MLK, Jr. about having "a dream." Perhaps thankful for being remembered or glad that important ideas have lived on, but I think I'd simply be annoyed, or at least annoyed if people didn't take the time to read or listen to the "I have a dream" speech, annoyed if a line was used to tie me up in a box too small. Charles Bukowski's poem "Nerves" sometimes gets quoted because it has the lines: the most memorable concern of mankind / is the guts it takes to / face the sunlight again. A nice sentiment, but not really Bukowski without: I turn my ass to the wall. / I hate the mornings more than / any man.
Anyway, somehow I got frustrated enough by this quoting of Bukowski, that I thought I'd track down the poem. I couldn't find it online but knew it came from his book
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973. So, I found the book on
AbeBooks.com, and emailed the woman at the bookstore:
There is a poem in this book entitled "Nerves" somewhere around p. 190. I'm traveling at the moment in Paris and so can't buy the book from you now, but wondered if you could type out the poem and email it to me. I'll buy the book from you when I get back to the U.S. in a week's time. This would be the most amazing help!
Dan Morehead
So, thanks to my annoyance and the kindness of others, I can share the poem...in its entirety:
Nerves
twitching in the sheets -
to face the sunlight again,
that's clearly
trouble.
I like the city better when the
neon lights are going and
the nudies dance on top of the
bar
to the mauling music.
I'm under this sheet
thinking.
my nerves are hampered by
history -
the most memorable concern of mankind
is the guts it takes to
face the sunlight again.
love begins at the meeting of two
strangers. love for the world is
impossible. I'd rather stay in bed
and sleep.
dizzied by the days and the streets and the years
I pull the sheets to my neck.
I turn my ass to the wall.
I hate the mornings more than
any man.