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Charles remains ever unimpressed by the gadgetry of the folk folly.

I find this poem to be entirely predictable, partly in virtue of it saying nothing new. Ye olde "look at all this complicated and advanced machinery which is a sign of our progress, but, oh, look at nature and life which still persists and which technology can never replicate despite it's proliferation, etc., etc." I agree, but, in this poem, it is put forth in an entirely uninteresting manner. Sorry, Mr. Bukowski.

oh and also, i think the poem's manner is supposed to seem uninteresting, because im sure Bukowski found this computer technology uninteresting, hence the tone of the poem. It's definately arguable...

I have to say that i find this poem interesting. I love the triviality of it, like Bukowski is thinking aloud and anyone who doesn't wanna listen doesn't have to. i'm sure he couldn't care less. I think the poem is not only saying that no technological advance could ever replicate nature, but also that leading technical creations are like political leaders, in that they won't/can't work together. Instead, they try to convince everyone to side with their belief or in this case, product. Products of one company are not supposed to be compatible with other products outside of that company because that company would lose out. Instead they make products compatible with products from the same company. I think this resembles the way a leader may condemn one member of their group for showing any kind of interest in a different group. ALSO very much like subject teachers at school who seem to want you to focus on their subject and their subject only; nevermind the others!!
As for the nature bit at the end, i think ol' Buck could just as easily have described tumbling tumbleweed in Tahiti; anything to represent time passing, or carrying on, regardless of human technological advances and also regardless of people who think about such things, like Bukowski.

First poem i saw about a computer.. nice lol

I sense Buks frustration with gadgets...

reminds me of certain confucian (buddhist?) sayings. "the wind blows, but the mighty oak tree says nothing." etc.

The contrast between the mating buzzards and the technologies that don't work together has me pondering the impotence of these gadgets. It may be, perhaps that computers will one day send a nuclear wind around the world, but even so, can they hold a candle to spirit (the wind over Savannah) or love (the mating birds)? This is important stuff.

Come on guys, face it. He knows the computer details more then you hackers out there! virtue?! gosh...

'anonymous', you have to reember this poem was written when computers wee just coming into existence. So at the time it was fresh and interesting. Now, it is still amazing and perfectly written. Not that Bukowski would care either way.