someone in LA reporting on the Bukowski POET ON THE EDGE Exhibt @ the Huntington
..it's a most dignified exhibit, designed gently by bright museum curators w/Linda Bukowski's total approval--a paper plethora homage to Bukowski's indefatigable (even when dying) prolificity, a contemporary literary banquet showing off the BEST of Bukowski's eloquent side, the Later Bukowski, happliy, sanely married and living the Good Life in a hilltop home, his many books highlighted beneath museum quality bullet-proof glass: The Outsider, a prominent kick-off..i was there Oct 27, coincidentally viewing alongside Linda Bukowski, Marina Bukowski Zavalas and her son, Buk's grandson Nikhil Henry Bukowski Sahoo..when i trotted over to a museum guard to ask if i cd take photos, 2 other guards quickly appeared to substantiate 1st guard's resonant NO..one Buk book that caught my eye: the Spanish translation of WOMEN: Los Mujeres..a few Buk letters, paintings, cartoons inserted here and there..a huge god-lives-here blowup of Montfort's Buk Hugging His Typer filled the room--the same image that adorns the buk.net home page..tho Being There was the main thrill of this grand literary cause celebre, i cdn't shake the letdown of its overall conservative, clean-shaven, sober depiction of the extraordinary Bukowski i knew, talked to and loved..not that empty beercans, wine bottles or any madness or weird ejaculations were needed--after all, baby, be sure: THIS was the elegant, swellegant Huntington Library and Buk, dead or alive, whether wearing a torn t-shirt or his best, spiffy clothes proves that his specific genius belongs there amongst the genteel lit guys .. but maybe just ONE little scream from the balcony?