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From "days like razors, nights full of rats" but I remember one fellow who wrote an entire book in which he proved that the moon was not there and he did it so well that afterwards you thought, he's absolutely right, the moon is not there. Anyone have an idea who this is? P.S...

We all know he liked the classical, if that is the proper term, but who? How? Where? I nominate Stravinsky

remember him writing about this in one of his later collective works. Then I read it in http://bukowskilive.com/riot_pur.htm so did he crack his skull?

mine is the poem " A report upon the consumption of myself". Hearing Bukowski read that is sublime. I'm a panther corked out and bellowing and so on on Poems and Insults