The Blue Bird

The Blue Bird
“Bluebird” by Charles Bukowski
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The story of the short film represents the reflection of the history of human suffering through the futuristic vision of a robot child. It combines extremely provoking and emotional archive material with a fictional image of plausible futuristic sterility and perfection, but with the lack of compassion or empathy towards all humanity. "Bluebird" questions not only emotions within an artificial life, but the emotional and moral state of the world today, throughout the words of Charles Bukowski:
"But, I don't weep. Do you?"
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there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know thathe'sin there.there's a bluebird in my heart that .wants to get out.but I'm too tough for him,.I say,.stay down, do you want to mess.me up?.you want to screw up the.works?.you want to blow my book sales in .Europe?.there's a bluebird in my heart that.wants to get out.but I'm too clever, I only let him out.at night sometimes.when everybody's asleep..I say, I know that you're there,.so don't be .sad..then I put him back,but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?              Bukowski
The Bluebird