Saturday, March 03, 2007

Tom Waits and Bono recite Bukowski

When is the last time you recited a poem????


Anonymous said...

Wow, thank you for this. My life, not theirs. Yes. Yes. And roll the dice. Maybe I have been holding back. Maybe that is the problem. Teagrapple

emmapeelDallas said...

Well, I love Tom Wait, and I love Bukowski, sooooo...of course I loved this. Thank you.


ggw07 said...


Tom said...

Rolling the dice. Going all the way! Beating death in life.

Bukowski was not only a poet, but a philosopher.

I'm on dial up, and this video took a while to load, but the waiting was worth every moment. Thank you for sharing this!

Erin said...

I love these! I think the last time I recited a poem was when my roommate & I threw a Beatnik Poetry Party ... probably two years ago! Maybe we need another. :-)



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