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I have never really connected with any other poet like I do Buk, except for maybe Brautigan. Richard Brautigan from The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster. The Beautiful Poem I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my penis...

Haha. I never knew his first name was bertolt. Baal is amazing but I've never read any more of him. Some friends and I in the burgh had a reading one night, full with hearty (and unseasoned) pototoes and jug wine along with a whole assortment of other food we thought could pass as...

Journey took me a good six months to get through for some reason, but I'm glad it did. My copy is full of notes and scratches and underlinings merely because it took me so long to digest. I was reading it while I was moving back from Germany to the U.S. and a lot of the things Celine talks...

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def. burning in water, drowning in flame. that's my bible!

I'm reading BETTING ON THE MUSE and I just came across "Strong Man" and am quite intrigued but I can't seem to find much that he's written. Any suggestions on what to look for/read? Thanks.

thanks for the words of encouragement Poptop.

haha thanks, paul, I think I know what you mean.

haha thanks! you know your shit about buk, from what i've read... just a fan or also a scholar?

no one said hi to me is all. :(

or i guess not

My name is Logan. I am 19 years old. I've posted a few times but haven't officially introduced myself. Here's my story: On a fateful night on New Years Eve 2004 a friend showed me a book titled Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way. It was that night when I discovered Buk...

Cirerita, where can I find this book?

I was just thinking maybe he was describing different writers in each stanza. I don't know.

I've read and reread this poem, page 223 in Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame, and I want to know what the hell he is talking about. Shed some light?

found it! here I am drunk at 3 a.m. at the bottom of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young girls in this dwindling twilight liver gone kidneys going pancreas pooped top-floor blood pressure while the fear...

what's the buk poem that ends like this-- first for me and later for you.

I'm nineteen and have been reading him for a solid two years now. I discovered him through a friend who found him in his step-dad's book collection. I still remember the first Buk poem I ever read, "So you want to be a writer?" from Sifting... I have never been the same. Bukowski has probably...

The Poetry Of Soul THE dance makes my feet bleed so I use my toes to paint epics of scarlet on the floor then I leave the dancehall to go get drunker and now all's left is my bloodprint-covered, burgundy-kissed, wine-stained, sagging, empty dance floor. outside there's a rocking...

I can also quote from another literary source: Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. Rilke says: "Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if...

let the master answer this question himself. I think this pretty much sums up my argument. This is the reason why I write. I do it because I must, if it leads to a career, then so be it. from sifting through the madness for the Word, the line, the way by charles bukowski