This movie is a great one to watch while boozing. Chinaski drinks through the whole thing, and it's upbeat. You can make a game out of it but it might be tough for a lot of people. Every time Chinaski takes a drink, you do one too. I guess you could do shots for those who can hang and swigs for lightweights. Cheers...
Can anyone think of any other good films to watch while drinking? No, Leaving Las Vegas isn't one of them...
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LOL...Drinking with your brother(s) is probably all good, but I'd advise against drinking to Barfly's levels with family...That and never talk politics or religion while boozing.
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withnail and i. very popular in england. it's basically the alcoholic english version of hunter's fear and loathing in las vegas drug induced decadence. set in 1969 two out of work actors who drink and lament too mcuh decide to go away for the weekend with hilarious and blurry antics along the way. a very english film so you'd need to be aware of that but as with this film the script is so tight and the performances so honest and candid, you should check yourself if you fail to get into it.
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i don't understand your references about cable as i'm from england but i caught enough to understand. you'll like withnail i'm sure. and johnny cash is a legend. i love him.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
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hello ramblingbanjer. thanks for the private message. texas eh? tough state. i'm in a similar position to you. you seem to want to move to england and i want to move to the states. i was teaching in china and met an american who got me into the beats like kerouac, burroughs and ginsberg. but also into bukowski, ken kesey, tom wolfe and the electric cool aid acid test etc etc. plus the greatest book ever last exit to brooklyn.
i don't know i see films like paris, texas, five easy pieces, days of heaven, the panic in needle park and i want to go to the states. i'm saving right now to go to the states next year to live the itinerant bohemian hitch-hiking no plans sleeping rough and eating out of dumpsters life. the beat life. i just hope there's still something to be found out there and it's not all suv dealerships, walmart carparks the size of a runway and golden arches. i guess the grass always seems greener elsewhere and i'm so tired of blighty right now. i love my country but in many ways it's going to the dogs right now. it saddens me...
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to plagiarise from hubert selby jr: dedicated to the thousands who remain nameless, and know.
the like are always welcome...
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no but i'll download it and check it out. i just got bukowski's post office through the mail today and i can't wait to get into it. just got 30 or so pages of steinbeck's cannery row to finish. now that's a very beat book but no first person prose or spontenaity however the characters and the place and time 1946ish in monteray and salinas california. think james dean in east of eden. the book has loads of cool characters like a doctor of biology, whores, bouncers, a flophouse full of bums, a couple who live in an old boiler in some tall weeds, 23 cats, and many more. oh then there's the chinaman who runs the store. and it is a deeply human and sympathetic book too. loads of great insights and only about 150pages so you can get through it in a few sittings or an afternoon if you are a man of leisure and good patience.
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yeah in some beat up ol' jalopy.
shareTry that drinking game with "LEAVING LAS VEGAS" see how long you last!
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hello ramblingski... been away, now i'm back.
yeah i saw chappaqua and found it a little self-indulgent. but i liked the bit at the end where some guy is climbing about on the roof of a castle. and the stuff where the guy is on the way to the french clinic and ducking in and out of cafes and that. i'm a little hazy on the film as i saw it a few years ago. also i think i remember some stuff with him on the streets of new york and there are all these freaks and crazies dressed to kill looking in shop windows and that. yeah it all reminds me now of midnight cowboy and the panic in needle park.
i just finished reading bukowski's post office today. read it in 3days at work, dodging my supervisor. hiding and reading and being all super secretive because i should be shoveling their *beep* and not my own. hank's writing is deceptively simplistic but there is some really astute observation and wit. very intuitive writer. some of it had me laughing out loud. encourages me more with my writing. according to the imdb profile on bukowski jean paul sartre considered him the greatest american poet of his generation. wow, quite an accolade.
so i'm starting the graham greene's the quiet american next but factotum and women have been ordered through my online bookshop and then i'll get ham on rye after consuming those.
ho hum. quitting my job as a porter at the psychiatric hospital for the 5th time this year as i got a new job as a caretaker for this school which pays much better. i love the hospital job but i'm going abroad in jan/feb and it's all working hand over fist saving for the trip. so the money talks and caretaker sounds like a gas before either shanghai or america. which one i'm still weighing up.
maybe that's why i love old hank's work. i work *beep* jobs but am well read and i write and teach and travel and have shallow relationships with women and more importantly turn up to work most days hung over. but then i guess some guys want to be well hung and i want to be just a little less hung over.
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sounds great. catch some fish too. build a little fire. cook the fish. drink wine and bourbon. aaahhhh lucky you. they say you can cycle around hundreds of miles and still feel terribly bourgeois but row a few hundred yards in a canoe and instantly feel at one with nature.
peyote. that's a catus thing right? hard to keep down long enough for the effects because it makes you nauseous. never got that over here but magic mushrooms are easily found as the seeds are legal to buy. it's just the cultivation and preparation of them that is illegal. those are great as you trip out but have a semblance of control. acid on the other hand is a rollercoaster you can't get off as you well know so i don't touch that anymore. turns you into a misfit. last time i did acid was 2003 at the glastonbury music festival. the greatest music event in the world as it's not just the music but the spirituality of what they do there. loads of hippies and families all turning out to make things out of wood and clay and chant and dance and draw crazy patterns on one anothers' bodies. oh and then there's some cool music too.
right off to work. double time weekend shifts £££ to sit on my douche and read my book interrupted by the occasional foray onto the wards to feed the crazies. given what we feed 'em i often think it would be a small act of mercy to shovel it straight into the bin.
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say which tom waits albums do you recommend? i have 'closing time', 'alice', 'heart of saturday night' and 'small change'. 'the piano has been drinking' is my favourite song and then 'christmas card from a hooker in minneapolis'. but i'm not well versed in the waitster's early albums and wish to know which ones stand out.
sharei think you'd also like happy sad by tim buckley. i never was a fan of jeff's operatic histrionics, but this album by his father is something special. very much so. i little gem in the rough blah blah blah...
van morrison's ballerina will play at my funeral. i read your profile and i thought of my funeral song.
i also think of this song written by jim croce called box #10, when i think of you and your interests. the version i've got is by van morrison from his new york '67 sessions album. i'll put the lyrics up but if you want the song i'll have to attach it to an email or something.
box #10~
Well out of southern Illinois
Come a down-home country boy
He gonna make it in the city
Playin' guitar in the studio
Well he hadn't been there an hour
When he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money
And she left him in a cheap hotel
Well it's easy for you to see
That that country boy was me
Say and how am I ever gonna
Break the news to the folks back home?
I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up too
Hello momma and dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well I'm sleepin' in a hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
And if you'd only send me some money
I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box Number Ten
Well back in southern Illinois
They still worryin' 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin' home
As soon as he gets the fare
But the minute I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar too
Hello momma and dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well I'm sleepin' in a hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
And if you'd only send me some money
I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box Number Ten
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box Number Ten
still looking for that imaginary friend kris kristofferson song. the quest continues.
oh yeah tom waits and mickey rourke. missed that one. rumble fish. you must have seen that. what did you think?
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wow, so much. i've noted them all down and added them to my search lists but most are obscure and it may take some time for the searches to come up with something. i've found the me and bobby mcgee album so it's on order.
i'm not vouching for tim buckley generally, only the happy sad album. another one i heard by him was a little twee for my taste but happy sad is really the most beautiful album ever.
whoo, just winding it all down right now. all week i've been on lates at the hopsital 11am-7pm. this means boozing as it gives me time to sober and drive to work in the mornings. not good, i shouldn't be encouraged really. but today and sunday i'm on earlies 7am-3pm so no boozing friday or tonight. but then i've got monday off and i can already feel something brewing for tomorrow night. hell is that my idea of a detox? two nights off. that is really not too cool now is it?
i'm drinking 2 1.5litre bottles of water a day just to rehydrate and flush all the time now. i know they say drink two litres of water a day and i've clearly got that whipped but they don't say 2 litres of water a day and 3bottles of red wine at home, or 4pints draught, 4-5doubles and then whatever wine you can handle after closing time back at home until you pass out at your desktop to come around in the night and realise what a load of *beep* you've written. i don't care, my best writing is sober, even hung over. but drinking is when you get the ideas and little gems of clarity and insight, so you scribble them down and then type up something better using those ideas later when sober to spell and type etc.
wow i'm ranting on. right i'm off to finish this japanese anime dvd i watching...
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i'm still here friend.
just struggling with staying off the bottle. 6days today and it's saturday night and damned am i itching
'You think the end of the world will
come at nighttime, Jim?'
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god damned that pesky Cletus T. Hicks will we ever be free of his vicious web or terror and despair?? just when you think you're making progress, that you've been cordial and sincere to colleagues, smiled at strangers in shops old cletus comes around clutching for your personals. damned that wily ol' cletus.
'self revelation is annihilation of self... sooner or later we are all called in for the debt.' - the addiction
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oh dear, sounds like fun. my relationship with the toilet is strictly orthodox. see after the first year at university my body learned to stop ingesting booze once my limit was reached. after a spell in lock up one night, another vomiting blood in casualty at city hospital, another waking up in a thorn hedge covered in resultant scratches, another destroying the bathroom door etc etc etc my body learned to just shut off and sleep. got as so i'd be getting thrown out of clubs not for brawling but for falling asleep at the bar.
so i'm never sick on booze as although i drink until i pass out, i never get hangovers and am never nauseous either. guess that's why i drink too much. no repercussions.
'You think the end of the world will
come at nighttime, Jim?'
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This is a reply to many posts on this thread and others.
A lot of people posting on the Barfly boards are what Hank called amateur drunks. Real drunks don't need to play drinking games. If you need a reason or excuse to drink you probably shouldn't be drinking. A lot of people call themselves alcoholics when they are really just obsessive personalities. The drinking gets replaced by something else.
Most of the so-called drunks I knew who drank heavily when young,have moved on to other crutches, like drugs, work, cigarettes, working out, and on and on.
When I read of someone on here drinking 3 shots of tequila and 24 ounces of beer, I find it hard to believe we're talking about a real drinker. I'm not saying it's a badge of courage to be a drunk, but please don't pretend to be something you're not. That's one of the main things to be learned from Hank.
Also, doing Nicholson's lines from 5 Easy Pieces when you drink bourbon(or anyone's lines) shows a complete lack of originality. Just be yourself. Some non-drunks can see the truth in Hank's work, but by far, the worst, even worse than literary snobs who put him down as crude, repetitive, or simplistic, are so-called admirers of his that seem to get the complete opposite of what he was writing about.
My only recommendation is to watch The Bukowski Tapes by Barbet Shroeder. Maybe seeing him talk and read his poems will reveal some of the wisdom, humor, and truth you obviously didn't get from the page.
Well, I never called myself an alcoholic or a drunk. So it's fine with me if you don't think I'm a "real drunk." It's more than fine. And I'm sorry you can't appreciate extracurricular fun with your booze, but to each his own. I've said Buk wouldn't have liked me anyways, so it doesn't mean anything.
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