Church of Art: Bluebird

Hello Everyone. If you all will get settled down in to your pews, we’ll begin our service.

Today’s sermon is brought to you by the late Charles Bukowski.

My blessing for you today is this:
May you approach the complexities of life with clear and honest eyes, while still letting your bluebird sing.
Amen? Amen.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

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There’s a Bluebird in my Heart, from The Long Surrender by Over the Rhine

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Kim December 6, 2011 at 6:15 am

You know, now whenever I find myself judging someone, I will remember that there is a bluebird hidden inside.

Rachelle December 6, 2011 at 8:30 am

I love that imagry Kim. I think I’ll borrow it.

Chinaski June 24, 2012 at 11:21 am

Amen indeed. This is one of Bukowski’s best poems, in my opinion.

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