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Freedom

Charles Bukowski

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The narrator's freedom
2003-05-12
Added by: val
"Freedom" is one of Bukowski's most graphic poems. The freedom he speaks of comes when he removes his testicles-if he is not thinking with his dick, to put it crudely, then he is free to think rationally. He is in love with this woman who goes out and cheats on him all the time. He idolizes her-he knows everything about her and constantly thinks about her. She does not feel the same about him-she goes out and comes back with "that special stink" - the smell of having sex with other men. When the narrator of this poem fully realizes what he has to do in order to get over her, and possibly women altogether as this may be a pattern of his, he is greeted with the idea of freedom, and it is so overwhelming that he acts on his impulse, and doesn't care about the pain he feels or the fear he invokes in his love. He feels that creating fear in her is merely revenge for all the hurt and anguish she has created in him.
2003-08-21
Added by: Scott McConnell
Finally, someone makes a good point. Very astute.
2004-01-07
Added by: Adamos Bandini
this poem made me laugh and laugh. Firstly because the image of calmly, almost psychotically cutting off your own balls with a butcher's knife then walking to the loo to flush them down there remindes me distinctly of the cafe scene in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas when Gonzo pulls out a knife, cuts the phone cord (in the same way i imagine [not easily, however {though somehow vaguely}] as Bukowski cuts his bollocks off), drops the phone with cord on the counter then he sits down and adjusts his fat 300 pound Samoan ass on the stool. The barmaid/waitress stands through all of this in complete paralysis.
This poem made me laugh for a second reason: Concerning the first posting, perhaps the woman didn't so much fear the grotesque-ness of the act and all the blood, but she was completely paralysed with the thought that for all this time she took for granted his bulky member and it hit her hard as to how much she's gonna miss it. Making reference to F. A. L. In L.A again, everytime i watch it i think he's gonna smear that lemon meringe pie all over her face. With this in mind, maybe the woman in the poem (the antagonist, shall we say) gets the pie in HER face, totally gutted. Maybe, maybe not. it doesn't really matter does it?
in addition
2004-02-16
Added by: tricky
another great thing about this poem is that CB leads the reader to believe the man is going to stab his wife but the brutal truth is much more shocking and unexpected than a cliche murder

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