Sounds like a real winner.
(and confessed dirty old man)
Sounds like my kinda guy, but I never like what
I read from him.
But Thx :-)
Buk had a great power, much like Kerouac. Plus, I love the way the
smug academics bristle when they see him continually capture the
praise, while they remain forgotten, at best.
A poet and a man... with the balls to carry off what they can only
have secret fantasies of.
So if you can..... copyright-wise...
Gimme his best.
journey toCharles Bukowski: A Solitary Life
"Build then the ship of death for you must take the longest
oblivion."--D.H. Lawrence
but heCharles Bukowski was known as the "poet laureate of the gutter,"
aboutnever lived a day in Los Angeles' skid-row district. He wrote
postbeing "down and out," but, in reality, held a job with the U.S.
legendary,office for 12 years. Stories of Bukowski's drinking are
"nursing"but some of his closest friends claim to have caught him
stretchesbeers. He boasted of his sexual prowess, but there were long
ranch-styleof his life when he couldn't get laid "in a morgue." The
self-proclaimed "barfly" lived out his later years in a
yearshouse in San Pedro, California, with an attractive young wife 24
inhis junior, expensive German wines on the rack and a BMW in the
driveway. Howard Sounes' new biography, Charles Bukowski: Locked
tothe Arms of a Crazy Life (Grove Press, $25, 320 pages), attempts
hisseparate Bukowski's actual-and often contradictory-life from that
of his alter ego, Henry Chinaski.
The basic details of Bukowski's life are widely known to most of
U.S.fanatical readers. Henry Charles Bukowski was born in Andernach,
Germany, on August 16, 1920, the son of a local seamstress and a
sailArmy soldier stationed there after World War I. The family set
aaboard the U.S.S. President Fillmore in 1923 in hopes of finding
Hambetter life in California. According to Bukowski's third novel,
sadisticon Rye, he had a miserable childhood courtesy of his father, a
slightesttyrant who regularly beat young Henry and his mother over the
skininfractions. To make matters worse, Bukowski suffered from a rare
Hisdisorder, diagnosed as acne vulgaris, once he reached his teens.
devouredonly refuge was the local public library, where he voraciously
novelists suchthe writings of "The Lost Generation" school of American
andas Hemingway (whose later works he despised), Sherwood Anderson
includingJohn Dos Passos, as well as the works of European writers,
andDostoyevsky's Notes from the Underground, Knut Hamsun's Hunger
in aLouis-Ferdinand Celine's Journey to the End of Night.
During his 20s, Bukowski drifted from job to job (including work
way.dog biscuit factory, slaughterhouse and potato chip warehouse),
drinking, fighting and getting rejected from publishers along the
magazine. TheHe did manage to get his first short story published during this
period, "Aftermath of a Lengthy Rejection Slip," in Story
alcoholic 11great love of his life, Jane Cooney Baker, was a widowed
model foryears his senior with an immense pot belly. She served as the
John"Wanda" in the 1987 Bukowski-scripted film Barfly starring Mickey
Rourke and Faye Dunaway. After a long stint as a postal worker,
Bukowski worked out a deal with Black Sparrow Press publisher
andMartin to quit his job, freeing him to write poetry, drink booze
beenbet at the racetrack. By the late 1980s, Bukowski had received a
measure of success in the United States and a couple of films had
Barfly, thereleased based on his writings, including the entertaining
Europeanabysmal Tales of Ordinary Madness starring Ben Gazarra and the
visited theproduction Love is a Dog from Hell(which he considered the most
faithful rendition of his work). During his final years, he
wine andtrack every day, listened to classical music, drank expensive
March 9,wrote poetry well into the night. Bukowski died of leukemia on
biography,1994, at the age of 73.
Neeli Cherkovski covered much of the same ground in his 1991
Sounes'Hank, but the book was a stale, scholarly piece of shit. Bukowski
himself called it "virtually unreadable," "dull" and "inept."
oftenbiography delves much more deeply into some of the truthful, and
railsunpleasant, episodes that even Bukowski felt were lacking from Cherkovski's tome. For instance:
Bukowski claimed a great affinity with the hobos who rode the
hitchhikedduring the '30s and '40s, but he never rode a boxcar nor
wasin his life.
Shortly after his first chapbook, Flower, Fist and Bestial Wail,
in hispublished in 1960, Bukowski attempted suicide by gassing himself
worstroom, but quickly changed his mind.
According to friends, Bukowski suffered from one of the world's
alwayscases of hemorrhoids, evident by the tubes of Preparation-H
hevisible in his waste basket.
Bukowski refused to admit he was an alcoholic since, on occasion,
drunkencould refrain from drinking for up to a day.
The first word Bukowski's daughter, Marina, learned to read was
"liquor" since Hank spent so much of his leisure time in a
rememberstupor.
Bukowski often denounced the '60s drug culture, but friends
occasion,him smoking marijuana, taking uppers and downers, and on one
"Notesdropping acid.
Bukowski used his weekly column in the periodical Open City,
trashing afrom a Dirty Old Man," as a method of spreading untruths about acquaintances that he felt had betrayed him, in the process
death, Hanknumber of close friendships.
After a young poet Bukowski had befriended drank himself to
Bukowski'stried to seduce his grieving widow.
Sounes' biography lays down all of the sordid details of
paincomplex life. We come away with a truer picture of the sources of
Oneand rejection that led to so many of his most memorable writings.
"Kidminor disappointment: The book fails to mention anything about a
derelict friend of Bukowski's known simply as "Red Strange" or
ofRed," a mentally ill tramp who wandered the highways and byways
ownAmerica. Bukowski often plied Red with beer and encouraged him to
relate his wildest stories, many of which ended up in Bukowski's
Bukowskipoems and short stories. Red's influence is acknowledged by
about thein The Bukowski Tapes. It would have been nice to learn more
fieldbackground and current whereabouts of this mysterious source of inspiration.
What will Bukowski's legacy be? He successfully opened up the
motelof poetry to include the lower tier of American society-cheap
androoms, menial factory jobs, skid-row alcoholics, social outcasts
Audenthe boredom of everyday life. Can you imagine T.S. Eliot or W.H.
shitwriting poems like "the night I fucked my alarm clock", "I have
today"?stains in my underwear too" and "I saw an old-fashioned whore
of himNot likely! Five years after his death, I still prefer to think
Palossitting in a small room somewhere in front of an old Remington
typewriter laying down the line. It's late at night, the radio's
tuned to Gustav Mahler and there's a bottle of wine at his side.
By the way, Bukowski is buried in Green Hills Memorial Park,
Verdes, California. His epitaph? "Don't Try."
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