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The poem speaks of a frustration- a frustration that typically only artists
experience. It is the burden of knowing how ignorant the world can be, how
inclined people are to placing significance on otherwise unimportant
objects. Bukowski is saying that few people die knowing what it truly means
to be human; many simply go through the motions of living without
acknowledging the essence of thier thoughts and actions. I think this poem
has a lot of energy and the stream of consciousness style that it is
written in serves the poet's purpose well.
Katinka from United States