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2 immortal poems about 2 immortal poems a night are about all I’ll allow myself to write. it’s fair—there isn’t much competition. besides, it’s more enjoyable getting drunk than lasting forever. that’s why more people buy liquor than Shakespeare . . . who wouldn’t rather learn to escape through the neck of a bottl Leggi tutto

Welcome back, Hank. Nice to see you again, Buk. They dug through your bones Found poems, some Uncollected Others, Unpublished. Propped them up along with Your doodles, which To be honest… Aren't that great but I still like you, Buk. You still got the chops, man. The magic is still there In some of these poems. Som Leggi tutto

Like Jimi Hendrix albums, books by Charles Bukowski are issued at a frantic, posthumous rate, presumably by his estate. In this particular case, the production values are low (I've heard this about a lot of the Hendrix albums too). There is no introduction, only a semi-literate back cover blurb that Leggi tutto

Yet another astonishing collection from the king of abrasion. Charles Bukowski spares no one - especially himself - in his trademark honesty. Reading Bukowski feels like rubbing my ego with 40 grit sandpaper. Yet his volumes of poetry - and this is no exception - are compulsive page turners. He rema Leggi tutto

“𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕕𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕆𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖, 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝. 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤 Leggi tutto

Some of Bukowski's poems might seem destructive, vulgar or full of profanity. But I only quote a part of his poem here from "quit before the sun", it echoes -- we used to destroy, now we note what remains: us, them, we and the machinery. neatly bound like the snail and the leaf. what god awful gaff the Leggi tutto