In the documentary “Born Into This”— a peek into the life of writer Charles Bukowski, there’s a poem that struck a chord in my rotten heart, and it’s called “The Genius of the Crowd.” Even though some parts of it may have been omitted (some websites have the complete one, which I believe to be more offensive to a few. Just look it up.), I’d like to share the poem as it was when I first saw it.
Ladies and Gents, the magic of Charles Bukowski.
The Genius of the Crowd
There’s enough treachery, hatred, absurdity
in the average human being to supply any given army
on any given day.
And the best at murder those who preach against it.
And the best at hate are the those who preach love.
And the best at war.
-finally- are those who preach peace.
the average man
the average woman
Beware their love.
Their love is average, seeks average.
But 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 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.