Charles Bukowski's gamble in art was as prolific as it was audacious. The second in Black Sparrow's series of posthumous volumes of Bukowski's poetry takes us deeper into the raw, wild vein that extends from the early 1970s to the 1990s. As in Bone Palace Ballet (1997), Buk here observes the world with an "unadorned self-awareness" (Publishers Weekly) that makes each poem "a little nugget of roughneck-intellectual autobiography or attitude" (Booklist). The courage, candor, humor and human understanding of Bukowski's poetry commingle to create a kind of intuitive contact and gut wisdom not found in Western verse since Francois Villon.
it's a farce, the great actors, the great poets, the great
statesmen, the great painters, the great composers, the
great loves,
it's a farce, a farce, a farce,
history and the recording of it,
forget it, forget it.
you must begin all over again.
throw all that out.
all of them out
you are alone with now.
look at your... [
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