"People are not good to each other. Perhaps if we were, our deaths wouldn't be so sad."
I made this mostly in honour of my neighbour and new friend John whose hero is Charles Bukowski and who, before meeting me, had never spoken to any other person for whom the name Bukowski means anything. I happen to have two of his poetry books in my poetry section and found so many fascinating interview tapes of his spoken opinions I couldn't resist doing one of my video vignettes of this complex man. Despite all his misanthropic attitudes and his self-proclaimed detest for the human race, he can't conceal a deeper seated compassion for others and concerns about how people within society treat one another, as well as revealing some hope of a 'new beginning' that you wouldn't imagine he holds, considering his poetry is so dark and raggedly furious.
