>It’s cold and late. Too cold and late to be sitting in a truck unless you said the word “ICU” in the last hour, and even then you should let the thing warm up first, put some music on the radio, prepare a thermos. But I consider this an exercise in budget shock treatment. I can’t make my brain work. The only thing I want to do is finally stop existing somewhere. I don’t want to actively die, I want to passively evaporate.
The man is one of my absolute favorites. Peiple forget how funny he can be, as is the case with most brilliant men. Took me awhile to find this but it's one of my favorite passages:
"It’s the most nowhere place on earth, so the temptation is overpowering to make it somewhere.For about six months I’ve been doing this by planning a bank robbery.See, there’s a bank at the end of this strip mall.It’s not one of the big popular banks with nice signs where you hear ambient discussion about new housing developments.It’s one of those banks where people go to quietly withdraw forty dollars and deposit a roll of quarters and get the hell out."
Great poet, but his prose could be better. When I had my exams and I had to answer not in paper but orally I was a lucky, becuase the topic was existential pain and I actualy recited those three poems along with "Bluebird". And Bukowski turned out to be my examiner's favourite poet so the guy was really harsh and specific with his questions. Got 88%
Yeah, I was wondering when someome would find out. This was simultaneously my tribute to and mockery of him.
Tribute in the sense that he used to do this kind of thing all the time, attribute the words of a famous person to another and stuff like that. It's how he even started making a name for himself. And the mockery because, well, he's of the Bukowski school but lies to himself about it.
Benjamin Cooper
I would discourage mockery here. He wrote something heartfelt, if a little unoriginal. Mockery makes the world even uglier imo.
Jacob Davis
Sure. Kaleb is a good guy and a decent writer. He can be a little self important. And that's fun to poke at sometimes. That's all.
Joshua Lee
>There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit-I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.
Yeah, think I'll pass OP
Anthony Kelly
>reads only for prose You disgust me.
Leo Stewart
Louis -Ferdinand Celine
Thomas Morales
Bukowski is proto alt-lit hack
Easton Green
shut fuck up
John Butler
prose is all their is. anyone who claims he/she reads for anything other than prose is ignorant or lying