The Genius Of The Crowd
Long nights turned into marathons of unrest aren't always the worst thing to happen.
Insomnia struck on a summers night in June. The night was still and so was everyone else in my quarters.
Surrounded by electronics I reached for my “smartphone” to put me at ease. Dumb?
Not entirely — one thing proven to never be sleeping is the internet. Yet again the digital juggernaut known as YouTube provided more food for thought. This time it came in the form of poetry.
Charles Bukowski was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles His work addresses the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work.
Genius: exceptional intellectual or creative power or other natural ability.
Crowd: a large number of people gathered together, typically in a disorganized or unruly way.
Put them together and what do you get? Charles has an idea…
“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
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 solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that 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
their finest art”
– Charles Bukowski