You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
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Average rating4.1
Charles Bukowski is one of America's best-known contemporary writers of poetry and prose, and, many would claim, its most influential and imitated poet. He was born in Andernach, Germany, and raised in Los Angeles, where he lived for fifty years. He published his first story in 1944, when he was twenty-four, and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. He died in San Pedro, California, on March 9, 1994, at the age of seventy-three, shortly after completing his last novel, Pulp (1994).
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First poetry book I read by Bukowski, and i love him in this format. He writes beautifully, could be sweet, raw and always poignant. I could've very easily given him 5* if it weren't for the way he talks about women, they're mostly another thing to be addicted to, like booze and cigaretts. There's a couple of poems with him belittling the claims of misoginy about him, and a few about his domestic life with his wife, which are lovely. But really sexism is about the faceless women who pass by, and obviously never register to him as other humans, not the few he loves.
I guess he feels that it's part of his misanthropy, like he dislikes them the way he dislikes everybody, even himself, but however horrid the man he describes is, he at least feels like a complete human.
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