I think I have a unique relationship with Bukowski's writing. There was a great distance between my father and me until my late thirties, but from 12 to 18 he mailed me just about everything Bukowski published. I read C.B. without any knowledge of the literary milieu he grew out of. I knew nothing of moderni…
I think I have a unique relationship with Bukowski's writing. There was a great distance between my father and me until my late thirties, but from 12 to 18 he mailed me just about everything Bukowski published. I read C.B. without any knowledge of the literary milieu he grew out of. I knew nothing of modernism or the beat generation, et cetera. Bukowski was the lone bridge between us. He (Bukowski) taught me how abrasive and ugly deep tenderness can be.
A writer I enjoy and consider esoteric is Joy Williams.
Good one! I have an inverse relationship with Bukowski. My kid (twenties) told me about him including how he was gross but also funny/good so when we were in our local bookstore the other day I bought THE CAPTAIN IS OUT TO LUNCH AND THE SAILORS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE SHIP and I like it a lot. It's thin-about a years worth of journal entries he wrote towards the end of his life and I like how he puts the words together. With drawings by R Crumb, another acquired taste.
“The Pleasures of the Damned,” is a nice collection of Poems.
“Post Office,” sticks with me as a novel.
I don’t think a reader would automatically pick up on the tenderness I spoke of.
Over the longer term, the reader might appreciate how such a coarse and deeply marked epidermis might form a heart that never hardened against suffering. He thought the world was indifferent to suffering and it made him feel alien.
Your work is always excellent.
I think I have a unique relationship with Bukowski's writing. There was a great distance between my father and me until my late thirties, but from 12 to 18 he mailed me just about everything Bukowski published. I read C.B. without any knowledge of the literary milieu he grew out of. I knew nothing of modernism or the beat generation, et cetera. Bukowski was the lone bridge between us. He (Bukowski) taught me how abrasive and ugly deep tenderness can be.
A writer I enjoy and consider esoteric is Joy Williams.
Cheers!
Dang that's an awesome story. Good to know! I haven't read his work and maybe I'll have to. Which one of his books do you recommend?
Good one! I have an inverse relationship with Bukowski. My kid (twenties) told me about him including how he was gross but also funny/good so when we were in our local bookstore the other day I bought THE CAPTAIN IS OUT TO LUNCH AND THE SAILORS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE SHIP and I like it a lot. It's thin-about a years worth of journal entries he wrote towards the end of his life and I like how he puts the words together. With drawings by R Crumb, another acquired taste.
Good to know!
Haha lookit you talking about Bukowski now ya gdam intillectual
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“The Pleasures of the Damned,” is a nice collection of Poems.
“Post Office,” sticks with me as a novel.
I don’t think a reader would automatically pick up on the tenderness I spoke of.
Over the longer term, the reader might appreciate how such a coarse and deeply marked epidermis might form a heart that never hardened against suffering. He thought the world was indifferent to suffering and it made him feel alien.
Interesting. Thanks!