Alternating between tough and gentle, sensitive and gritty, Bukowski lays bare the myriad facets of love-its selfishness and its narcissism, its randomness, its mystery and its misery, and, ultimately, its true joyfulness, endurance, and redemptive power. An amazing poet that has rich soiled land in which he can plow however he wants according to his rich dictionary, and its enormous space yields him great production, even though some of his writings words isn't taken from old English but rather from modern English or papers English, and he intentionally do so, so he chooses easier words and rather pour his focus on the poetic image. These poems aren’t engaging for me, and when roughly 85% of the collection is focused solely on this subject, it becomes unimaginably repetitive.

I particularly liked “An Unkind Poem,” “What They Want,” “Soul,” “The Crunch,” and the surprisingly good “Bedpans. Two sticker shadows on front endpaper, the clear acetate dust jacket has some rubbing as usual otherwise fine. have a more personal connection – I studied creative writing at university, and so I was keen to see what he had to say. He is the author of Charles Bukowski, King of the Underground , and the editor of the Bukowski collections On Writing , On Cats , and On Love . I mean, compared to something like the fucking DaVinci Code (that should be the title; The Fucking DaVinci Code), which has sold 40 million copies.His clear care for the oppressed class gives him points on the humane side and the intellectual orientation; As a reader however I wouldn't want to read a collection that all of its poems addresses one subject only like his collections that are written for the poor, oppression and the destitute. But every once in a while I get a hankering for poetry, for the streamlined and condensed collection of ideas, words or imagery they provide. I think the initial printings of the later books was 5000 (can be verified through Krumhansl), and I would expect a reprint to be less than that - 1000?

Fine with a faint spine lean, in Near Fine lightly crimped and lightly rubbed publisher's unprinted acetate wrapper. Please include what you were doing when this page came up and the Cloudflare Ray ID found at the bottom of this page.I think you nailed it right here: "Without the proper intelligence, love doesn't exist and I'm not talking about IQ or intelligence for getting good grades in school, but the intelligence related to experiencing emotions and love. oh yeah you also take an unreasonable amount of shits a day (or at least you talk about it continuously). Free to be you and me brought out wide collars and snap-up shirts, people drinking and having sex in the bathroom at the bowling alley instead of renting shoes and throwing strikes.

Well, with a title like this, you know you’re not going to be disappointed – this collection of Bukowski poetry brings all of the usual to the table, and it’s as good a book as any to start with if you’re new to his work. Those jittery early feelings that obscure everything probably help us to make one of the most important choices of our lives. The power of language and writing seemed more important than ever suddenly, as it is a tool tying people together across space and time.There is still some charm though, he is often humorous in his crassness, and there are moments where he truly shows remorse for the terrible manner in which human beings treat one another. Much of the crassness feels reactionary to this loss of love as Bukowski documents a spiral into dirty, drunken debauchery and madness as a method of hardening the heart against such pains. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles. Poems like those of Bukowski, or people who fit this bill such as drinking buddies, are good for certain times and places, however, you can’t linger there. Some of the other reviews here do a better job than I can in describing the style of the writing and the way it might affect a reader.

This particular collection couldn’t be more fitting to find these notes written years earlier (I have a few other books where we both wrote notes to each other, such as Thus Spoke Zarathustra which we were both reading at the same time while he was our ‘guy on couch’ at an old apartment), both with Bukowski’s discussions of loneliness, but as it was indicative of my current state at that time. He’s the guy you met in the 1980s who was always belied up to the bar, talking about all the women he’s had and how they’ve brought him nothing but pain. A stunning release - and I would dearly love to hear an album of all the extraordinary GODFLESH dub mixes in one place (is there one? The loneliness that's caused by marginalization has remained for many years between him and America's critics, that they didn't even count him to any group that thrives with literaturic life not to mention he was independent except of himself; so he distend himself from any institutionalized or governmental representation and rather remained loyal to the proletariat oppressed class.Bitter Crank Bukowski had many flings with prostitutes in his day, and wrote about all the sublime experiences in ''Women''. Never got round to reading it and probably wouldn't love it anymore, but ah well - let's give it 5 stars anyway. We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others. Alternating between tough and gentle, sensitive and gritty, Bukowski lays bare the myriad facets of love—its selfishness and its narcissism, its randomness, its mystery and its misery, and, ultimately, its true joyfulness, endurance, and redemptive power.