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Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.” I ve seen too many glazed-eyed bums sitting under a bridge drinking cheap wine you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the animal-eater documentaries? they show death. and now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually? we consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love. meanwhile I d prefer you go first the first way since if past performance charts mean anything I ll surely go first the last way.

Henry Charles Bukowski (August 16, 1920, Andernach, Germany - March 9, 1994, San Pedro Peninsula Hospital) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles. alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. a b Roe, Tom (August 1997). "Maggie Estep - Love is a Dog From Hell". CMJ (48): 30. ISSN 1074-6978. Charles Bukowski’s poetry is polarizing. You either love it or hate it, and after reading “Love is a Dog from Hell,” I’ve found myself in the latter camp. Christgau, Robert (2000). "E". Christgau's Consumer Guide: Albums of the '90s. St. Martin's Griffin. ISBN 0-312-24560-2 . Retrieved July 8, 2020– via robertchristgau.com.tonight your poems about the girls will still be around 50 years from now when the girls are gone, my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone already. I know what you mean but give me one truly alive woman tonight walking across the floor toward me and you can have all the poems the good ones the bad ones or any that I might write after this one. I know what you mean. do you know what I mean? Not all is lost, as there are a few gems sprinkled in. Most of these occur later in the collection, where Bukowski turns an eye to self-reflection and his eventual death. I particularly liked “An Unkind Poem,” “What They Want,” “Soul,” “The Crunch,” and the surprisingly good “Bedpans.” We get some interesting and relatable results when his melancholia and cynicism and loneliness shine through, but these poems are very few and far between, having been lost in the unwieldy mass of the selfsame sexist chauvinism. the insane always loved me Big Max trapped it s the way you play the game on the continent 12:18 a.m. yellow cab how come you re not unlisted? weather report clean old man something

the 2nd novel they d come around and they d ask you finished your 2nd novel yet? no. whatsamatta? whatsamatta that you can t finish it? hemorrhoids and insomnia. maybe you ve lost it? lost what? you know. now when they come around I tell them, yeh. I finished it. be out in Sept. you finished it? yeh. well, listen, I gotta go. even the cat here in the courtyard won t come to my door anymore. it s nice. The love Bukowski talks about is not tender. It's rough, dirty, vicious, often humiliating, sometimes cathartic. Don't tell me I don't get it. I know I probably don't. But Jesus Christ, if I have to read one more poem about the women he's screwed and the women who've screwed him, I'm going to start writing my own collection of poetry about the cereal I eat in the morning and try to publish that. quiet clean girls in gingham dresses all I ve ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women I see them in the supermarkets, I see them walking down the streets together, I see them in their apartments: people at peace, living together. I know that their peace is only partial, but there is peace, often hours and days of peace. all I ve ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics, whores, ex prostitutes, madwomen. when one leaves another arrives worse than her predecessor. I see so many men with quiet clean girls in gingham dresses girls with faces that are not wolverine or predatory. don t ever bring a whore around, I tell my few friends, I ll fall in love with her. you couldn t stand a good woman, Bukowski. I need a good woman. I need a good woman more than I need this typewriter, more than I need my automobile, more than I need Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I can taste her in the air, I can feel her at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built for her feet to walk upon, I can see pillows for her head, I can feel my waiting laughter, I can see her petting a cat, I can see her sleeping, I can see her slippers on the floor. I know that she exists but where is she upon this earth as the whores keep finding me?Enough of that emotional reflection though, nobody likes that sort of stuff. Which leads me to a quote from Neil Young (my favorite, and it pains me to be referencing such an obvious song instead of some lesser-known greater one) that ‘every junky is like a setting sun’. They are on their way out, difficult, if not painful, to look right at, yet beautiful. Bukowski fits this bill, as his life and works are painful to watch, but there is some beauty in there. Also like a setting sun, people like this aren’t something you can hang around long or you will get hurt (or loose your vision if you stare at the sun too long!). This is a messy metaphor, but I swear it’s going somewhere. Poems like those of Bukowski, or people who fit this bill such as drinking buddies, are good for certain times and places, however, you can’t linger there. When you are feeling dirty and ugly and crass, Bukowski is wonderful fun. Works like his are empowering at those times because you can relate and laugh along with, and, primarily, because it is reassuring to see that others with this same ugliness are able to create something beautiful. Once you’ve had your fill though, the time comes to move forward, as this sort of ugliness can only lead to more ugliness and eventually it will fill you and drag you down with it. These types of works are very reactionary, only as a venomous bite toward what hurts you and not a truly constructive method of moving on. The mid to late 2000s was full of this sort of behavior, look at the emo culture, where people wanted to express their disdain for the world around them (the emo culture did it with more self loathing and tears, whereas something like Bukowski is more about pushing someone away through acting depraved and hard when you actually truly want them to get close to you). However, we can’t always be angry and we have to move on, get over our problems, or they win. They become us. We can’t be simply made up of only our failures and sadness, we must learn to deal with them, get past them, and win by being stronger than our problems.

love is a dog from hell my groupie now, if you were teaching creative writing the good life the Greek Bukowski, the poet that not even translation betrays him, this is how I found Bukowski. An amazing poet that has rich soiled land in which he can plow however he wants according to his rich dictionary, and its enormous space yields him great production, even though some of his writings words isn't taken from old English but rather from modern English or papers English, and he intentionally do so, so he chooses easier words and rather pour his focus on the poetic image. FOUR girls in pantyhose up your yellow river artists: I have shit stains in my underwear too Hawley s leaving town

The loneliness that's caused by marginalization has remained for many years between him and America's critics, that they didn't even count him to any group that thrives with literaturic life not to mention he was independent except of himself; so he distend himself from any institutionalized or governmental representation and rather remained loyal to the proletariat oppressed class.

a b Erlewine, Stephen Thomas. "Maggie Estep - Love Is a Dog from Hell". Allmusic . Retrieved February 14, 2014. This collection of Poems from the '70s depicts the author's experiences about Love, heartbreaks, loss, women, society and all the struggling experiences that an individual faces upon. A dog, in this case, represents all the raw emotions and crazy adventures that we perceive as love. The tribulations of life are like flames, we try to run but we can't escape them. It's all this and much more that Bukowski shares to the reader...This is what these poems talk about. Dirt. Trivial and spiritual dirt. And the monstruous horrible Beauty that rises from the dirt like a drunk Phoenix:

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