Robert M. Zoschke

Compatriots: 
Somewhere nearing the midst of his writing career that infamously 
encompassed over forty books and a screenplay, and still acquiring 
the rent and booze and pony money from back alley erotica written for 
the lust mags whenever necessary, His Majesty Charles Bukowski got 
a newspaper gig to write a review of a Mid-Seventies Rolling Stones 
concert in Los Angeles. A review which I happened to come upon once 
again, on this Fine Fucked Up Damn Near Depression Once Again According 
To King Hope Obama We're Counting On To Deliver Us From More Evil kind 
of morning, perusing City Lights Books new Bukowski gem, Portions from 
a Wine-Stained Notebook, while ensconced in the charming abode of my 
painter artist writer lover woman and combing her bookshelves. As 
Bukowski's "reviews" so gloriously tended to...it ambled rambled here 
and there until out came some words that ring true not only as prophecy 
today but as an explanation of the World Economic Disaster we're swept 
up in (or perhaps better said, swept under in...ahem) that gets to the 
root and heart of the matter better than any of the Pontificating 
Talking Heads are doing. Somebody needs to tattoo this credo mantra 
to the Candy Ass Lilly White Ass of that putridly despicable robber 
baron otherwise known as Treasury Secretary Paulson. 
The tracks aren't what they used to be: full of hollering drunks and 
cigar smokers, and girls sitting at the side benches and showing leg 
all the way up to the panties. I think times are much harder than the 
government tells us. The government owes their balls to the banks and 
the banks have over-lent to businessmen who can't pay it back because 
the people can't buy what business sells because an egg costs a dollar 
and they've only got fifty cents. The whole thing can go overnight and 
you'll find red flags in the smokestacks and Mao t-shirts walking through 
Disneyland, or maybe Christ will come back wheeling a golden bike, front 
wheel 12-to-one gear ratio. 
Diet Pepsi Max Cheers, 
Robert M. Zoschke 
Writer At Large 

Fri, 9 Jan 2009