Charles Bukowski ha amato molto: le donne, l’alcol, i libri e la scrittura, il gioco d’azzardo… In queste pagine scopriamo un’altra passione del cantore del lato oscuro ¬dell’America: i gatti. Maestose e bellissime, le «piccole tigri» hanno sempre affascinato Bukowski, che con i gatti ha scelto di condividere l’esistenza, lasciando che camminassero sui tasti della macchina da scrivere e che fossero testimoni compiaciuti delle sue sbronze e delle sue scorribande – letterarie e non. Lo scrittore descrive i felini come fieri combattenti, cacciatori spietati, maestri nell’arte della sopravvivenza, animali che sanno come dare e pretendere -rispetto, senza mai tradire la loro vera natura, indipendente, ribelle e un po’ cinica, proprio come quella di Bukowski. Questo libro, che attinge direttamente alla fonte dei manoscritti originali dell’autore, è il racconto autentico e intimo della vita selvatica e indomabile di uno scrittore di culto.
- ISBN: 8823514053
- Casa Editrice: Guanda
- Pagine: 160
- Data di uscita: 16-06-2016
my cat shit in my archiveshe climbed into my Golden State Sunkistorange boxand he shit on my poemsmy original poemssaved for the university archives.that one-eared fat black critiche signed me off. On Cats is a collection of musings, poetry, essays, photographs and excerpts from novels, all relat
I love cats and I love Bukowski and so it was natural that I loved this book! I didn’t even know it existed until I saw it at the library and then of course I had to borrow it. I particularly loved the photos of Bukowski and his cats. Also the way he talks about his own cats, his love for them and t Leggi tutto
My long time Goodreads friends know that I love baseball, have a celebrity crush on a quarterback, and that my favorite authors are Isabel Allende and Doris Kearns Goodwin. What they might not know is that in addition to four kids, we have nine cats. I never had a pet as a kid for a myriad of reason Leggi tutto
A book of Bukowski's short pieces and poetry all about his love of cats? Admittedly I was sold before I cracked a page. Bukowski's love and admiration for his feline friends shines through every page and it's easy to see why. His rough-and-tumble group of strays share so many of the writers traits i Leggi tutto
Bukowksi has a reputation for writing, often amusingly, about his experiences with booze and women. But if you know his writing, you also know he loves and writes about cats. This collection is obviously made for cat lovers, some poems, some sections of his Chinaski novels. The opening piece about Bu Leggi tutto
Για σκυλομάνα που δεν τρέφει ανάλογα αισθηματα για τις γάτες ε δεν τα πήγαμε και άσχημα με το θειο τσαρλς
The Beautiful Devil Charles Bukowski (1920 -- 1994) was once an underground, cult figure but his reputation has grown since his death. His poetry, novels, and stories continue to be read and a steady stream of his writings has been published posthumously. "On Cats" is part of a trilogy of recent Buko Leggi tutto
“In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.” I’d never read anything by Bukowski, so I wasn’t sure quite what to expect from this book, which is mostly composed of previously unpublished poems and short prose pieces about the author’ Leggi tutto
This: these, all they do is run, eat, sleep, shit andfightbut at the moments they are still and they lookat mewith eyesfar more beautiful than any human eyes I have ever seen.they are good guys. And this: the strays keep arriving: now we have 5cats and they are tenuous, flighty, con-ceited, naturally b Leggi tutto
After finding out Bukowski had a book about cats I immediately had to read it, and it turns out the man had 9 of them! Delighted.
quando mi sento a terra mi basta guardare i miei gatti e il mio coraggio riaffiora. studio queste creature. sono i miei maestri.
non mi piace l’amore a comando, come ricerca. l’amore deve venire da te, come un gatto affamato alla porta.
Ecco, questo sì che è un gatto bellissimo. Ha la lingua penzoloni, è strabico. Ha la coda mozzata. È bellissimo, ha cervello… ‘Questo gatto sono io’. È arrivato alla mia porta che stava morendo di fame. Sapeva benissimo dove venire. Tutte e due siamo barboni sopravvissuti alla strada.