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Comment 3 of 37, added on December 18th, 2005 at 10:13 PM.
i wrote a song called cass back in 83-84...obviously inspired, if not more
than....by bukowski's short story....which is what it was originally
considered to be...and not a poem.
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Comment 2 of 37, added on December 15th, 2005 at 11:19 PM.
On Sunday night, I walked into the Lush Bar in San Francisco. I had had an
Internet date earlier that night that went well, but he refused an innocent
(read: no sex) nightcap. A bottle of wine had already been consumed and I
drank most of it. I did not want to go home yet (long drive) and I was in
no shape to drive; I knew if I went to another bar it would only get worse.
The bartender was friendly and I pretended to be from out of town, which
was mostly true, but not entirely. After a few drinks, he asked me if I
knew Bukoswki. I said no. He told me that I reminded him of the woman in
the story The Most Beautiful Woman in Town. I was intrigued and pulled out
my palm pilot to record the author and title. I got so drunk there, I
could not see straight anymore and just left when I went out to smoke. I
walked to my car and held it together enough to get in and pull away
without alerting the cop writing a ticket to my neighbor that I was drunk.
I made a turn and drove about 2 blocks total, parked, and prepared to
crash. At some point, I needed to urinate and thought I could pee in a
plastic bag in my car. I guess it didn't work as the passenger seat of my
new car now smells like hamster urine. I will go back and thank the bar
tender someday. Without knowing me, he was able to suggest a story that
had meaning for me. Men just can't seem to get passed the body and see the
person.
Sandra from United States
Comment 1 of 37, added on November 27th, 2005 at 12:32 AM.
I'm an actress asked to look at the character of Cass for a modern dance
piece, here are my notes as I emailed them to my choreographer:
She moves like she has fire inside of her. this fire is her spirit trapped
inside her body. She likes herself, I think, but hates her body, and her
beauty becomes a personification of this body that doesn't allow her to
express the feelings of her spirit or heart.
is said to be intelligent and have a 'spirit' which I'm interpreting an
open heart, childlike in a way. Her presence is akin to the newness of a
baby... but again her body means envy for other women and sex for men, so
it's her obstacle.
she's been abandoned, not loved, is this all she wants? I"m not sure.
You know how we think with the frontal lobe mostly? I'm thinking she
thinks with all of her brain, front, middle, back, the primitve parts and
what we use, our frontal. all of this power channeled though the eyes...
intense!
She stops actions that hurt others, but seems to not care what hurts her.
Except for the physical, does she hurt for herself at all?
"kisses with abandon but without haste" not just confidence. she is so
aware of her body, and is so IN it, that her movements are guided by her
every pure desire.... above all she does not fear!
what desire? at every turn a higher sensation of the body that can express
her encased soul. the ultimate experience and simultaneous act of creation
is to destroy the cage, to kill herself so her spirit can live.
At the end the narrator feels how she feels all the time: "the night keeps
coming in and there was nothing I could do." for cass, life kept coming
in, and there was nothing she could do.... still she was not meloncoly, sad
about herself. things came in.
Nicol from United States
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