Thank You; Arthur Graham, for introducing me to Charles. I am forever collecting authors. People I love to read. I just added Charles Bukowski, not for his book, PULP, but rather for his poems. I love it when an author gives me an insight into his mind. Poetry does that in such a personal way, you find yourself immersed in this person's thoughts.
I am more of a rhythm and rhyme person. I love ditties and limericks; but Charles' writing speaks to me. It speaks in a way that most don't. He talks about his mother dying of cancer. An abusive husband and an alcoholic son, poor damned woman he calls her.
It got away, speaking of a poem lost in his computer, but it was only a little poem so he baits his hook and waits for the next one.
He's been called by Time, in 1986 "a laureate of American lowlife" He wrote of poverty, alcoholism, the act of writing and the drudgery of work. He wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually having over 60 books in print. I wonder how I missed him, all these years; but then they wouldn't let me read James Michner in high school either. Funny how times have changed.
I couldn't read Hawaii, yet my daughter had to read "The Outsiders". Strange, wonderful times we live in. Grand times. I can count the wonderful adventures of my life as being in a jungle (Tarzan), a tropical island, (Hawaii), outer space (Farmer in the Sky, Green Hills of Earth, Beastmaster), or under the sea (20,000 leagues under the Sea and the Doors of His Face, the Lamps of His Mouth). I have been fortunate to experience jungles, deserts, faraway planets and unforgettable realms.
Ain't life the shits?
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