With Bukowski, the votes are still coming in. There seems to be no middle ground--people seem either to love him or hate him. Tales of his own life and doings are as wild and weird as the very stories he writes. In a sense, Bukowski was a legend in his time . . . a madman, a recluse, a lover . . . tender, vicious . . . never the same . . . these are exceptional stories that come pounding out of his violent and depraved life . . . horrible and holy, you cannot read them and ever come away the same again.
Inhaltsverzeichnis
A .45 to pay the rent; doing time with public enemy no. 1; scenes from the big time; nut ward justs east of Hollywood; would you suggest writing as a career?; the great Zen wedding; reunion; cunt and kant and a happy home; goodbye Watson; great poets die in steaming pots of shit; my stay in the poet's cottage; the stupid Christs; too sensitive; rape! rape!; an evil town; love it or leave it; a dollar and twenty cents; no stockings; a quiet conversation piece; beer and poets and talk; I shot a man in Reno; a rain of women; night streets of madness; purple as an iris; eyes like the sky; one for Walter Lowenfels; notes of a potential suicide; notes on the pest; a bad trip; animal crackers in my soup; a popular man; flower horse; the big pot game; the blanket.
