The Bluebird By Bukowsi Summary

After reading this poem, at first i believed that it was very negative, and definitely a nod to depression and a deeply rooted issue. To me the bluebird that Bukowsi describes is a deep human truth; that every human is vulnerable at their very core. I feel as if we are playing a game and tricking our peers into only seeing and understanding what we want them to think about ourselves. Even the people that say they are ‘an open book’ are projecting an idea to the world that they are completely open, this act in itself can be considered lying. This brings me to the questions “how do we know for sure that the subject matter at hand is the truth, what is truth, and how can we prove that it is indeed the truth?” to quote philosopher Jon Wainwright “ That’s why we put on a mask in front of others, so much so that the mask IS who we are”.
The essence of our being; the newborn baby that we once were; the Buddha in all of us. Some of us never let it die, instead we put in a cage and neglect it when in the company of others... Because to let it out, and let it sing, is to put down the mask and bare one’s naked soul and in a sense no one will ever be strong enough to do such a thing. Sometimes, however, in a rare moment when we are wholey true to ourselves, like Bukowski (the great knower of humanity that he was) could be, we make sure to let it out. Carefully, when no-one else is around to see. For the mask to acknowledge that the bluebird exists, talk to it, and tell it not to be sad. Only then can they exist together in