You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

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.