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BUKOWSKI: POEMS OF A DIRTY OLD MAN

by Opera Chaotique

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1.
“If you spend all your time trying, all you do is try. Don't try”
2.
Some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but Jesus; twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them? why didn't you take my money? they usually do from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner. next time take my left arm or a fifty but not my poems: I'm not Shakespeare but sometime simply there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise; there'll always be money and whores and drunkards down to the last bomb, but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.
3.
“there are worse things than being alone, but it often takes decades to realise this and most often when you do it's too late. Αnd there's nothing worse than too late”
4.
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

 and the best at murder are those who preach against it 
and the best at hate are those who preach love 
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace 

those who preach god, need god 
those who preach peace do not have peace 
those who preach peace do not have love

 beware the preachers 
beware the knowers 
beware those who are always reading books
 beware those who either detest poverty
 or are proud of it
 beware those quick to praise
 for they need praise in return 
beware those who are quick to censor
 they are afraid of what they do not know 
beware those who seek constant crowds for
 they are nothing alone
 beware the average man the average woman 
beware their love, their love is average 
seeks average
 but there is genius in their hatred 
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
 to kill anybody
 not wanting solitude 
not understanding (it) solitude 
they will attempt to destroy anything
t hat differs from their own 
not being able to create art
 they will not understand art
 they will consider their failure as creators
 only as a failure of the world 
not being able to love fully
 they will believe your love incomplete
 and then they will hate you 
and their hatred will be perfect 

like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain 
like a tiger like hemlock 
their finest art
5.
“WE ARE HERE TO DRINK BEER WE ARE HERE TO KILL WAR TO LAUGH AT THE ODDS AND LIVE OUR LIVES SO WELL THAT DEATH WILL TREMBLE TO TAKE US”
6.
Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian 
Orthadox to the
west.

 she is dark
 of Eastern descent,
 large brown eyes look up from the Bible
then down. a small red and black 
Bible, and as she reads
, her legs keep moving, moving, 
she is doing a slow rhythmic dance 
reading the Bible. . .

 long gold earrings; 2 gold bracelets on each arm,
and it's a mini-suit, I suppose, 
the cloth hugs her body,
 the lightest of tans is that cloth,
 she twists this way and that,
 long yellow legs warm in the sun. . .

 there is no escaping her being 
there is no desire to. . .

 my radio is playing symphonic music
 that she cannot hear 
but her movements coincide exactly
 to the rhythms of the 
symphony. . .

she is dark, she is dark
 she is reading about God. 
I am God. 
7.
I have never written anything without the radio on to classical music. It appears to me that, somehow, music has attracted the greatest souls.
8.
"The Reason" 03:09
For art’s sake For my sake For your sake For Christ’s sake For the children for the children’s children For the archives for the Jeffers room for the cat’s behind for money from Playboy for a lifetime of money for women for fat women sexy women live women dead women For Mike Millie and Louie for the revolution for the counter revolution for the howl in the night for less nightmares for good whiskey for the privilege of sleeping late in the mornings for the warm winds against the chicks of the ass for salvation and a green front lawn for the memory of D.H Lawrence for the plumed serpent for Dostoyevsky losing at the wheel for better typewriter ribbons for democracy and fascism and the Thursday night boxing matches for the death of all the cowardly bulls for p.h.d.’s and sleepy afternoons of non-learning of non learning for light for darkness for suicide for suicide for enough to pay the rent for scrambled eggs and bacon for enough beer to fill a bathtub for poetry readings and plastic bags for art’s sake for Christ’s sake for new salt and pepper shakers for Christ’s sake for Bukowski for Bukowski charlescharlescharles for Charlie bukowski for Charlie bukowski for Charliechristbukowski for charliechristbukowski
9.
"Love is not a light. You know you see a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out, it takes a little while and then it burns away. Absolutely It burns away. Yeah Quickly Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
10.
I know that some night 
in some bedroom soon, 
my fingers will rift
 through soft clean hair
 songs such as no radio 
plays 
all sadness, grinning 
into flow.
11.
Hidden Words 00:36

about

And the moon is dizzy and the stars are drunk, the piano is made of wine & we got broken drums.

A romantic, a pervert, a drunk, a dreamer. A dirty old man.
His amazing and totally unique universe literally sucked us in and we ended up buried under tons of his poems, short stories, notes....
The first thing we ever did as a band was choosing five of his poems and setting them to music.
We recorded them in the summer of 2011, before the recording of our debut album “Death of The Phantom of The Opera” and kept them safe along with a bottle of cheap red wine, the kind that Bukowski would have liked.
And while we kept it them there we were adding finishing touches: We asked Mr Louisiana Red to play something for us, he did it with a smile on his face at the age of 79 and we thank him wherever he is –
RIP Mr. Red we hope you're in some kind of paradise with lots of guitars.

We asked one of our favourite artists Martyn Jacques of The Tiger Lillies to sing in “Genius of the Crowd” and recite some interludes of Hank's own words. We think he accepted. We are proud.
And for our song “We Will Taste the Islands and The Sea” we got the most precious gift from the soprano Nikoleta Kapetanidou : her thrilling voice. And thus, three years after it's initial recording we finally feel it's time to set this album free!

We call ourselves the alchemists of surreal cabaret, haunted by the weird and the damned: Tom Waits and Kurt Weil, Modigliani and Marquis de Sade, Spike Jones, Puccini…
We got a rusted microphone & old weird drums, a drinking piano and crazy minds. We have devoted friends and lifetime music partners and we now have a second album!! We hope that some night soon we'll get the chance to perform these songs for you live, in some club, theatre or even the back yard of your house.
We travel a lot, we play everywhere, we sing for love, for life, “for enough to pay the rent, for scrabbled eggs and bacon, for women, for art, for BUKOWSKI.”

with love,
Tenorman & Voodoo Drummer
of
Opera Chaotique

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released August 16, 2014

Music by G. Tziouvaras
Instrumentation : G. Tziouvaras - C. Koutsogiannis
Music & Instrumentation : Opera Chaotique


Opera Chaotique :
George Tziouvaras (Tenorman) : Vocals, Piano
Chris Koutsogiannis (Voodoo Drummer) : Drums
with
Nikoleta Kape : Vocals (No 10)
Stavros Parginos : Cello
Lito Messini , Eleni Sotiriou, Lefteris Charellis : Backing Vocals (No 6, 8)

Special Guets :
Martyn Jacques : Vocals & Narration (No 1,3,4,5,7,9)
Louisiana Red : Slide guitar (No1,3)

Recorded July-October 2011 at Aeolia Studio (Athens, GR)
Louisiana Red recorded at Red Rooster Studio at November 2011
Martyn Jacques recorded at his studio in Berlin
Recording, Mixing & Digital Matering : Theodore Manolidis
All Photos & artwork design : Thanos Myloneros (TheSkyEtc)


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Special thanks to : Martyn Jacques, Louisiana Red (RIP), Costas Lamproulis & SMouTH, Evirula Dourou, John Angelatos (Red Rooster), Hara Hristopoulou, Magda Georgiou, Photis Michael, Panos Georgiou, Pavlos Ioannidis, Stelina Zakar, AsteriosTsetsilas, Martha Foka, Eleni Psyrra, A.- M. Yiallouridou, Faust Bar -Theater, Dora & Yotula & Nikos Tziouvaras, Konstantinos Tournidis.

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DIONYSIAN CABARET

The Greek duo inspired by the culture of their ancestors, creates a post – drama act that includes a powerful dose of Tragedy, even more Comedy, mixed with modern styles:
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