"8 Count" by Charles Bukowski
| from my bed I watch 3 birds on a telephone wire. one flies off. then another. one is left, then it too is gone. my typewriter is tombstone still. and I am reduced to bird watching. just thought I'd let you know, fucker. |
I didn't want to use a traditional book format because I felt this poem was never intended to be any more than ranting. It would be presumptious to assume this poem had more purpose than it does. I installed my piece in a way that reflected the imagery done in Illustrator.
I stuck with literal, repetitive images because the poem was sparsely written but had very clear imagery. The build-up of the lines in the backgrounds of each image coincides with the build-up of frustration in the poem. This is also the element that brings the two simultaneous series of telephone wires and crumpled paper together.
