Charles
Bukowski
1920 -1994

"He Said He Woulda Rather Been The World's Greatest Horse Player Or The World's Greatest Fucker But He Ended Up Being The World's Greatest Writer"

Robert W. "The Loser"
Howington, 4-5-94

 







a tribute to a genius




" Now let's get this straight for once and for all; Bukowski is the best. Forget your dreary school books,your Shakespeare and Milton and Wordsworth. Never mind Hemingway, Faulkner, F.Scott. Anyone with half a brain,a love of literature and an exposure to Bukowski's works out to see that it's true. The rest of them, thedoubters and hesitaters, don't matter: they're blind idiots, deaf fools."

.................................................................David Barker







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An internationally famous figure in contemporary poetry and prose, Charles Bukowski was born in Andernach, Germany in 1920, and brought to the United Statesat the age of three. He was raised in Los Angeles and lived there for fifty years. He died in San Pedro, California on March 9,1994 at the age of seventy-three,shortly after completing his last novel. He published his first story when he was twenty-four and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. He published more thanforty-five books of poetry and prose in his lifetime, the most recent of which were The Last Night of the Earth Poems (Black Sparrow, 1992), Screams from the Balcony: Selected Letters 1960-1970 (Black Sparrow, 1993) and his last novel, Pulp (Black Sparrow, 1994). All of his books havenow been published in translation in over a dozen languages and his popularity remains undiminished. In he years to come Black Sparrow will publish additionalvolumes of poetry and letters.
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Charles Bukowski, born in 1920, began writing at a young age and was first published in the 1940s. Then Bukowksi gave up writing for the world of work andbars, publishing, not writing, so the myth goes, for nearly twenty years. Ten of those years were spent roaming from odd job to odd roominghouse from the Eastcoast to the West. The other ten years, Bukowski worked for the United States Postal Service in Los Angeles, a job that took no effort except for the strength toshow up and the patience to perform mindless operations. During that time, his life bordered on insanity and death, two prevalent themes in his writing. According tohis own myth making, Bukowski returned to writing the day that he quit the Postal Service, but his bibliography shows that indeed, he had been publishing severalyears before that.
Bukowksi's first generally recognized publication date is in the 1960s, yet citations from the early 60s exist in Sanford Dorbin's early bibliography,and The Roominghouse Madrigals prints poems from the late 40s. The fact is that Bukowski has published extensively in various small literary publications for overthirty years. These publications exist in small numbers and are difficult if not impossible to find. Fortunately, John Martin of Black Sparrow Press has managed to culltogether these poems and stories over several collections, until catching up with his contemporary writings in the 80s. In total, there are over forty books in printwritten by Bukowski. Since his death in March 1994, a growing number of books deal with Bukowski as a critical source and literary legend..................
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This brief history of Bukowski is taken directly from "Oyster Boy Review"


Bukowski was a fringe beat writer whose blunt and candid style brought him his notoriety. His books span a thirty year period in which he most often wrote about what was around him. His novel Factotum (1975) tells of his many jobs(which he was always being layed off from), his exploits at the horsetrack, and his affairs with different women. In short, this book captured his life at the time. In his later years he began to drink less (this wasn't a hard feat considering his peak) and become more tolerant of the literary world.


The fact is that Bukowski has published extensively in various small literary publications for over thirty years. These publications exist in small numbers and are difficult if not impossible to find. Fortunately, John Martin of Black Sparrow Press has managed to cull together these poems and stories over several collections, until catching up with his contemporary writings in the 80s. In total,there are over forty books in print written by Bukowski. Since his death in March 1994, a growing number of books deal with Bukowski as acritical source and literary legend.



An Introduction to Bukowski, his Works, and Critical Texts
Assembled by Damon Sauve


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sure: the bukowski newsletter
You may have heard about sure in "screams from the balcony" or from Bukowski enthusiasts and scholars.
In these pages they will capture selective articles and images from back issues of sure, and perhaps willfeed future issues with your contributions.

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Some quotes that Bukowski said about poetry and writers in general:

"Poetry must be forgotten; we must get down to raw paint, splatter.
I think a man should be forced to write in a roomful of skulls."

"I have just read the immortal poems of the ages and come away dull.
I don't know who's at fault; maybe it's the weather, but I sense a lot of
pretense and poesy footwork."

"I am not primarily a poet, I hate god gooey damned people poets messing
the smears of their lives against the sniveling world."

"It's up to a man to create art if he's able, and not talk about it, which,
it seems, he's always more than able."

"Kill your dog. Run for Mayor. Live in a barrel. Plant tulips in the rain.
But don't write poetry." -from "Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men"





...the most memorable concern of mankind
is the guts it takes to
face the sunlight again.


A great site for Buk friends

Copyright©GunungTimur 1997 - 2001.
Interest in Buk since 16 April 1998


"I got up, went in, pulled down my pants, sat down, thought, fucking often has nothing
to do with being 'lovers' and fucking seldom has much to do with literature and literature
has nothing to do with fucking except to write about it when more important things give way,
and most literature is pretty fucking bad."
Bukowski: An Appreciation By Richard Meltzer



Bukowski Crumb from " The Captain ii out to lunch "
("borrowed" from "Bukowski Parlor" )




Charles Bukowski
poem and letter manuscripts
1964 - 1992


 the night I was going to die

the night I was going to die
I was sweating on the bed
and I could hear the crickets
and there was a cat fight outside
and i could feel my soul dropping down through the
mattress
and just before it hit the floor I jumped up
I was almost too weak to walk
but I walked around and turned on all the lights
then made it back to the bed
and again my soul dropped down through the mattress
and I leaped up
just before it hit the floor
I walked around and I turned on all the lights
and then I went back to bed
and down it dropped again and
I was up
turning on all the lightsI had a 7 year old daughter
and I felt sure she didn't want me dead
otherwise it wouldn't have
mattered
but all that night
nobody phoned
nobody came by with a beer
my girlfriend didn't phone
all I could hear were the crickets and it was
hot
and I kept working at it
getting up and down
until the first of the sun came through the window
through the bushes
and then I got on the bed
and the soul stayed
inside at last and
I slept.
now people come by
beating on the doors and windows
the phone rings
the phone rings again and again
I get great letters in the mail
hat letters and love letters.
everything is the same again.

"LAY THE PIANO DRUNK/LIKE A
PERCUSSION INSTRUMENT/UNTIL
THE FINGERS BEGIN TO BLEED A BIT. "
Copyright © 1970, 1973, 1975, 1976, 1977,
1978, 1979 by Charles Bukowski.







 


Bukowski Links

Bukowski.net

Complete Bukowski
Books-in-print


Locked in the Arms
of a Crazy Life


Bukowski Zine

An Introduction to
Charles Bukowski

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