A Poem By Charles Bukowski That Seems Apt This Night


The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

American Horror Story: Election Night 2016

Election Night In America is well underway and I find myself writing the third post in what’s turned out to be an informal trilogy of electoral blather. Feel free to look in on parts one and two if it strikes your fancy.

I live in the largely excellent State of Oregon, where we have voting by mail. I dropped off my filled-in ballot at a voting box the same day it came in the post.

I voted Green wherever possible, including for the Presidency, and where it wasn’t possible to vote Green I voted for whoever seemed the most legitimately left. If this troubles you, don’t worry. I live in a State that’s not a battleground. Also, Joy Ann Reid says my vote didn’t count (to which I took exception).


This is strange since according to a tweet from Ms. Reid that’s pinned at the present moment, she thinks voting is very important.


I mean, I’d like my vote to do the same things her vote would do, but since my vote doesn’t count…

I’ve typed earlier about what I think of voting. I think it’s an often-hyperbolically overrated activity that doesn’t work the way most people are conditioned to think it works. (See part two for details.) This doesn’t mean I think voting is unimportant. The problem is that at the same time we are propagandized to about how important voting is, we are forced to participate in an electoral system so thoroughly buggered by a host of ills that our participation is ultimately bent to the wills of a class who, if they could get away with it, would disenfranchise us entirely.

And though, looking at the duopoly, one choice is qualitatively worse than the other, either party’s candidate for President will bring considerable woe to much of both the US and the rest of the planet.

I do not look forward to the next four years.