Charles Bukowski reads live

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  1. ping-ping-clicka

    ping-ping-clicka Friend of Leo's Ad Free Member

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    Got me some Love is a Dog from Hell and Women under my bed. Pull one out from time to time.
     
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    I read a lot of his stuff before I fully became a man .

    Sooooooo much of that guy’s allure/hero worship/romance comes from hipster dudes who didn’t have a dad exactly like him.

    A woman-abusing epic drunk . Yep. Been there. (Yawn)

    could he write ?

    Sure. But so could a lot of other people.

    Tell a tale ? Sure , but just because his brain was mush doesn’t mean he couldn’t embellish/invent stuff out of whole cloth. Was he really telling his life’s tale ?

    Want a writer who lived a real life, did his fair share of drinking but was way more than just that ?

    And, a far, far superior writer ?

    Jim Harrison. You’re welcome .

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    My takeaway from Bukowski was that this was a man who had a soul-crushing job sorting mail all day, but still found time to be a professional drunk and prolific writer as well. Post Office is one of the most inspiring books I ever read- this was years before I heard the phrase time management.
     
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    When I first started college I had an English professor who asked me if I would like to meet Charles Bukowski. I only knew him from a column he wrote for the LA Free Press called " Notes on a Dirty Old Man. It was a kind of stream of consciousness thing he wrote and I enjoyed it. So my professor took me to this bar and we shot pool with Charles. I was really too young to even be in this bar but nobody seemed to notice. Charles was trying to hook up with this woman in the bar who was wearing a very revealing green dress but she wasn't having it. Later he wrote a poem called " the Green Gazelle that Got Away" about this. Years later when I was going to another school Charles was giving a poetry reading and I went to see him. I went up to say hello but I wasn't sure if he remembered me or not. He seemed to have his mind on something else. He had a six pack of tall Buds that he drank while reading his poems and when he finished the six pack he said " I gotta go now" and that was it.
     
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