Open Letter

Dear Charles Bukowski,

In Your poem, Dinosauria We, I was able to connect openly to the topics you were expressing. The way you presented these topics seem very non-chalant but at the same time very blunt. Your poem created tesnsion in me, making me wonder will we ever go through the "this" that you talk about or are we already beginning to go forth about it. Or ever better have we already gone through it and are beginning a new chapter that could possiby be even worse. One thing that really stood at to me was when you wrote " As Mrs. Death laughs." Guessing that your intentions of this poem was for people to create their own "this", that line made me wonder what you could be talking about. Perhaps you were saying that death is such a natural thing occurring now, with all the killings and people dying of deadly diseases, that death gets a chance to laugh at the patheticness of our nation. We are making such topics like death, the main thing that we talk about, even though it shouldnt be that way.

As I continued to read on in the poem, i felt as though your poem was to bring awareness to what humankind is doing, and to also try to prevent it before it too late. I feel as though the things you talked about has already happen or is currently happening. For instance, " Into Hospitals, which are so expensive that its cheaper to die" in so many cases in the world people leave this world because of this reasoning. Expensive to make sure we stay healthy and get the medical care we need are way too high. And im glad you talked about this in your peom.

But from reading this peom, i realized i think about the same thing you write about. Maybe i should read more of your writings.

Cormac McCarthy *revised*

The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, is one of the most controversial, yet overly-popular written books. It has a broad population of readers, who either love the book or have alot to say about it.

As for me, the parts of the book that i have read has definitely kept me interested. The relationship between the father and the son is very heart touching and a sensitive situation. The father has one of the most important and hardest jobs anyone could ever have; being a father in such drastic terms. He tries to keep surving, while also continue to teach his son about life and allow him enjoy some aspects of it: whether it may be letting him taste the wonderous taste of pop or allowing his son to go swimming. But it seems to me, that they both live their days in fear of dying. Every waken moment, the son is asking when are they going to die, or are they going to die soon. As a father, the man can only install hope inside his son's heart, and replies by saying, "i dont know. but not anytime soon."

A NewYork Times review on the book states the following:

"McCarthy has said that death is the major issue in the world and that writers who don’t address it are not serious. Death reaches very near totality in this novel. Billions of people have died, all animal and plant life, the birds of the air and the fishes of the sea are dead: “At the tide line a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as eye could see like an isocline of death.” Forest fires are still being ignited (by lightning? other fires?) after what seems to be a decade since that early morning — 1:17 a.m., no day, month or year specified — when the sky opened with “a long shear of light and then a series of low concussions.” The survivors (not many) of the barbaric wars that followed the event wear masks against the perpetual cloud of soot in the air. Bloodcults are consuming one another. Cannibalism became a major enterprise after the food gave out. Deranged chanting became the music of the new age."

The wife, which isnt talked about often, was one of those people who used death has her scape-goat. She would rather be dead than have to endure such horrible circumstances and even watch her son live in such an unfitt enviroment. But death's main appereance in this story appears as protection. If something were to happen, ther are bullets to kills off the father and his son, not those who are coming after them. This is very interesting to me.

But as i continue to read, thing wills probably be more clear for. Think ill go open up my book now :)