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"Nature is not normal. Nature is not kind. Nature doesn't give a fuck man, and I give a fuck."

Interesting, also i think that poem is a grand example of Nietzsche's influence on Bukowski.

WTB! (What the Buk)

Mickey Mouse has no soul. An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way. --Bukowski

No. Then there would be nobody to despise. I can't live like that. :)

I tried to be a drunk but I failed at it. Even a good smoker. I couldn't be. I think the problem is I am very self-conscious and that is a bad disease. Much worse than any addiction. You can't prefer one to another. Bukowski is certainly right. Truly any achievement, being something, is all...

Pretty close to my list. I would drop Fante and add Celine though. Fante is a bit sweet for my taste. Unnecessary sweet. Celine and Buk's humor is the best. To me their lack of sensitivity is invigorating. Or sometimes the situation is so fucked up that it gets really laughable. I guess that's...

Recently I picked up Dostoevsky's "Notes from the underground" and I felt for it right off the bat (it starts with "I am ill"). Thinking about it, all my favorites start this sort of opening. I can hardly bring myself to read a story where things go well in the beginning. Wouldn't it be boring...

Recently I bought a paperback reprint of Ask the dust published by HarperCollins. The book at the end contains some of Fante's letters. In one of them, Fante in response to Bukowski's questions regarding his own book writes "Dear Hank: I usually charge a standard rate of $100 per page for...

Are those letters accessible? published? Thanks. Interesting thoughts.

quoting from here. " No one listened but Bukowski. They wrote to each other like lovers. Like father and son. There are more than 150 letters between Richmond and Bukowski, mostly written in the mid 1960s. You'll never read them. They've been censored out of existence by Bukowski Inc...

I almost cried like a baby when I read "so now?". First poem that made me cry. I guess this is what they call influence.

I re-read his poems. a lot. I only have "the pleasures of the damned" though. It is like my bible.

I just checked the location. The Bukowski Restaurant is gone. The barkeep told me it is been three or four years now. Yeah, it is a bar now and the name is Charlatan.

No but I know where I am going for dinner tonight! I am very excited. Thanks for bringing it up. You know, it is a shame that I didn't know, I live close to the drive :)

a pimp? Buk? no shit! ... wait a minute, his first published story. in a sense, every writer is a pimp. "Forgive me. you have my soul, and I have your money."

Vancouver international film festival is running now and I am thinking about movies and I am making this an excuse to reply to this old thread with my favorite list. the order is arbitrary. 1. Nostalgia (Andre Tarkovsky, 1983) 2. Umberto D (Vittorio De Sica, 1952) 3. Time of the gypsies...

just finished reading the book. got it from the library of our university. the letters were fun to read. specially i liked this part of a letter from Hank to Purdy and Bevan (a publisher) "...We are going to run the g.d. universities and their well-backed dull magazines right out of business...

A panel of fans and scholars -- including Victoria Fante (daughter), Jim Fante (son), biographer Stephen Cooper, KCRW's Frances Anderton, and Esotouric co-founder Richard Schave -- visit Zócalo to celebrate the work of John Fante. Full video available here...

Before reading Bukowski I hated everyone, but after that I said, hey I am not alone. There are good people out there! so now I am more selective in hating people. Yeah, other than this, my life is the same shit. I don't really see a change.

scotch with lime.

thank you all, what a collection of nice people in here! i am feeling at home.

Why don't you start with "Post Office"? I am holding it in my hands now and it begins with a mistake.

Hi Ed Tinto, welcome to the forum. quite an enjoyable post. when I read this, I said, damn! why did I post a serious bs for my intro! I read you man. Recently I read some Persian translation of Bukowski, they were terrible. The toughness, the intrinsic simplicity, they were all missing in the...

Henry Miller's Miriam " Miriam is the name of the names. I could mold all women into the perfect ideal, if I could this ideal all the qualities I seek in women, her name would be Miriam. ... I never had an impure thought about her: never desired her, never craved for a caress. I loved her so...