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March 26, 2026

238. when the gun shots didn't arouse the neighbors

If you ever have time, just ‘watch’ on YouTube Charles Bukowski's poem “Hell is a Lonely Place” read aloud by someone with a gravelly voice, accompanied by heartbreaking visuals.

 

Although his poetry mainly celebrates rebellion or bohemian life, this particular poem opposes surrender and stands apart from his typically defiant works. It doesn’t focus on drinking, writing, or fleeting sex; this one emphasizes caregiving and silence, highlighting a rare focus on domestic responsibilities rather than escapism.

 

The poem emphasizes inadequate support for the elderly, especially in middle- and lower-class communities.

 

The poem powerfully portrays a couple nearing the end of life, facing both physical illness and emotional loneliness amidst aging and institutional neglect, presented with straightforward clarity.

 

The tone avoids sentimentality because human decline often occurs quietly and suddenly, employing straightforward language and fragmented sentences to depict diminishing control and to resist romanticizing suffering.

 

Read here the poem - 

 

he was 65, his wife was 66, had
 Alzheimer's disease.
 
 he had cancer of the
 mouth.
 there were
 operations, radiation
 treatments
 which decayed the bones in his
 jaw
 which then had to be
 wired.
 
 daily he put his wife in
 rubber diapers
 like a
 baby.
 
 unable to drive in his
 condition
 he had to take a taxi to
 the medical
 center,
 had difficulty speaking,
 had to
 write the directions
 down.
 
 on his last visit
 they informed him
 there would be another
 operation: a bit more
 left
 cheek and a bit more
 tongue.
 
 when he returned
 he changed his wife's
 diapers
 put on the TV
 dinners, watched the
 evening news
 then went to the bedroom, got the
 gun, put it to her
 temple, fired.
 
 she fell to the
 left, he sat upon the
 couch
 put the gun into his
 mouth, pulled the
 trigger.
 
 the shots didn't arouse
 the neighbors.
 
 later
 the burning TV dinners
 did.
 
 somebody arrived, pushed
 the door open, saw
 it.
 
 soon
 the police arrived and
 went through their
 routine, found
 some items:
 
 a closed savings
 account and
 a checkbook with a
 balance of
 $1.14
 suicide, they
 deduced.
 
 in three weeks
 there were two
 new tenants:
 a computer engineer
 named
 Ross
 and his wife
 Anatana
 who studied
 ballet.
 
 they looked like another
 upwardly mobile
 pair.