Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions, and General Tales of Ordinary Madness

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I had some crazy idea of getting up out of a trench and walking forward into gunfire until I was killed.) I tell him that the problem with revolutions is that they must begin from the INSIDE-out, not from the outside-IN. the first thing these people do in a riot is run and grab a color tv set. They want the same poison that made the enemy a half-wit.” La poesía dice demasiado en demasiado poco tiempo; la prosa dice demasiado poco y se toma demasiado tiempo. ´ With Bukowski, the votes are still coming in. There seems to be no middle ground—people seem either to love him or hate him. Tales of his own life and doings are as wild and weird as the very stories he writes. In a sense, Bukowski was a legend in his time, a madman, a recluse, a lover; tender, vicious; never the same. It Catches My Heart in Its Hands: New and Selected Poems, 1955-1963, Loujon Press (New Orleans, LA), 1963.

since the death of Thurber the New Yorker has been wandering like a dead bat among the ice-cave hangovers of the Chinese red guard. meaning, they’ve had it.”Times Literary Supplement, April 5, 1974, p. 375; June 20, 1980, p. 706; September 4, 1981, p. 1000; November 12, 1982, p. 1251; December 3, 1982, p. 1344; May 4, 1984, p. 486; August 11, 1989, p. 877; September 7, 1990, p. 956. The book itself popped up pretty suddenly during a rambling nightwalk in Oxford. It was left in a plastic bag in the gloomy St Ebbes Road next to a van selling smelly junk food. Autobiographical fiction is an oximoron, dont you think? As you said, if the stories weren't highly entertaining no one would give a damn if they were true or not. Booklist, February 15, 1993, p. 1010; January 15, 1994, p. 893; May 15, 1996, p. 1563; May 15, 1998, Mike Tribby, review of The Captain Is out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken over the Ship, p. 1587; December 15, 1999, review of What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk through the Fire, p. 752; December 1, 2000, Ray Olson, review of Open All Night: New Poems, p. 689.

El texto recoge una mezcla de historias que se combinan perfectamente entre la ira probada y el malestar circundante. En consecuencia, dentro de una compañía estadounidense que buscaba éxito después de una crisis visceral en la que el autor mismo vivío, el intelecto de Bukowski que mejor encarnó fue lo de un poeta que por medio de la literatura estadounidense cuenta el ambiente subterráneo americano. First half of the book was interesting and fast paced. The second half was dragging and kinda boring. Sometimes Bukowski makes himself a MC and sometimes he writes about others. At some point, I couldn't stand anymore his self loathing. He says many times that he considers himself the ugliest man.there’s a lot of murky downgrading of Hemingway now by critics who can’t write, and old ratbeard wrote some bad things from the middle to the end, but his head was becoming unscrewed, and even then he made the others look like schoolboys raising their hands for permission to make a little literary peepee. I know why Ernie went to the bull-fights – it was simple: it helped his writing. Ernie was a mechanic: he liked to fix things on paper. the bullfights were a drawing board of everything: Hannibal slapping elephant ass over mountain or some wino slugging his woman in a cheap hotel room. and when Hem got in to the typer he wrote standing up. he used it like a gun. a weapon. the bullfights were everything attached to anything. it was all in his head like a fat butter sun: he wrote it down. Contemporary Literary Criticism, Gale (Detroit, MI), Volume 2, 1974, Volume 5, 1976, Volume 9, 1978, Volume 41, 1987, Volume 82, 1994. leaving that building he got the same free and wonderful feeling he got every time he was fired or when he quit a job. leaving that building, leaving them in there – ‘you’ve found a home, Skorski. you never had it so good!’ no matter how shitty the job was, the workers always told him that.” by the way, next Wednesday night we’re having a party of doctors and artists and writers. I want to invite you. will you come?