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Come On In!: New Poems

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The fourth of five new books of unpublished poems from the late, great, Charles Bukowski, America's most imitated and influential poet.

Recent features in The New Yorker and on NPR's "Morning Edition" have proven that interest in Bukowski and his works is ever present.

Charles Bukowski is considered the original.

Praise for Bukowski:

"Wordsworth, Whitman, William Carlos Willia
Hardcover, 279 pages
Published January 3rd 2006 by Ecco
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Cian Nolan Other than that the rest seems like the typical Bukowski style of describing things as they really are. I can't go back and reference it now as I had…moreOther than that the rest seems like the typical Bukowski style of describing things as they really are. I can't go back and reference it now as I had to return the book to the library and I couldn't find any explanations online.(less)
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Jacob J.
Opening thoughts concerning this collection:

I wonder what this unpublished archive Bukowski left behind looks like. Do you suppose there was a filing system, or a cache? Or was everything scattered about on the floor, beer and wine stains and cigarette ash obscuring words, a few pages stuck in cracks of his desk, maybe a lingering poem up on a blade of the rickety ceiling fan (which was still softly rotating)?

These are ‘new poems’, but everything is new when it is first written. I don’t know ov
Jonathan C.
THE most wonderful poems about the shitiest shit i've ever read, EVER.
i was really hesitant to read this since i had tried his novels a few times and quickly gave up. i enjoyed most of this poetry book though, different from the feminist fiction that i had been emerged for the latter half of 2014, there is something that does feel very meaningful and poignant in these poems. even if you can't find the meaningful parts, or find it the opposite, then a lot of it quick, witty and sharply written
Anas Almansuri
The book included so many poems about death, especially in the last part, maybe because it contained the last poems of Hank.
He really nailed it in so many poem, and opened up more often about himself. I could understand why he kept on calling himself 'The Kid', it's obvious that he's always been childish and tenacious.
I liked most of the poems in this book, and if you're interested in his poetry, you must read these three:

- Something Cares.
- This is where they come from what's left of your soul.
May 13, 2008 Wendy rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: anyone
Recommended to Wendy by: Paul Grimsley
Shelves: poetry-prose
Someone told me once that all modern poetry was a rip off of Bukowski. What he meant was the short line style that Buk uses, but I was unaware that while at the time I was writing in a similar short line style, who Buk was.

I was handed this book upon leaving a writers retreat in Missouri, and enjoyed a lot of it in the airport, but concluded finally that Buk was basically a gambler, a drunk, and had never been pleased by a woman.

Though Buk does have some bitterly funny lines, I wouldn't chalk
This was so real and honest. Instead of doing a real review, I just want to share some of my favorite quotes and poems.

"We are all blessed in this life, looking around in trying to fit our selves into the puzzle, it takes time, a lifetime, many lifetimes, but we have to keep trying and that takes guts.”

“The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic, with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us.”

“reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and
T Allen M
'' Our educational system tells us that we can all be big ass winners''. - The Crunch, Charles Bukowski.

You'll either love Bukowski or you'll deeply despise him.
Book is littered with index markers.
Would describe his poetry as - unconventional, truthful, provocative , funny.
Also recommend watching Barfly to understand Bukowski.
Jon McMahon
Well I fuckin wept through the last two pages. Haven't cried from a book since The Man Who Loved Clowns, 15 years ago. Sad to see it go, grateful that it happened. The man lived it and shared it til the end, and it sings and stings.
I read some of this and really liked it. I need to read more. His poetry never fails to point out some normal everyday truth that needed to be pointed out.
Danny Daley
I think I've written this before, in earlier reviews of Bukowski, but the man was hardly a poet. He seems to have written this stuff, drunk one night and unable to sleep, to clear thoughts out of his head, pass it off as poetry, in order to collect a check. There is very little actual artistic merit in his poetry, and they often sound the same. In spite of this, he is wildly entertaining, and I can't seem to stop reading him. This collection is a bit longer for him, so I put it away for long str ...more
Apr 27, 2007 Kate rated it 5 of 5 stars
Shelves: poetry
Anyone who can turn drunken, disgruntled, cynical outburts into poetry gets 5 stars in my mind.
More great Bukowski
Favorite was No Leaders, Please
NEED to read some more.
Robert Beveridge
Charles Bukowski, Come on In!: New Poems (Ecco, 2006)

The more of Buk's posthumous poetry I read, the more I wonder why anyone buys it. I've long held the hypothesis that he published the best bits while he was still alive (and really, let's face it, Bukowski's pinnacle as a poet came during the sixties and early seventies, after which he spent more time working on, and improving, his prose style), and what was left over was meant solely as a moneymaking scheme; he did, after all, realize that he
One of the five volumes of posthumous "new poems" published by Ecco. As with much of his work published in his lifetime, calling a lot of these pieces poems is laughable. The vast majority are prose pieces chopped up with line breaks. Not that that matters with the best of them. Bukowski had a natural storytelling gift and inserting linebreaks and calling them poems doesn't change that. Maybe if he were alive and writing now he'd dispense with the linebreaks and be our most prolific flash fictio ...more
I read this entire book in one sitting (which isnt that remarkable considering its a book of poetry). Bukowski goes from a hilarious rant about early morning phone calls to dark, visceral descriptions of drunken self-loathing and depression. What I particularly like about Bukowski is his ablilty to give a voice to that mean, bitter, snarky little bastard that lives inside your head (OK, maybe he just lives in my head). The bitterness is just enough to make you pucker and recoil but he somehow av ...more
It was my first Bukowksi poetry book I've read although I had read a few of his poems before. I think it's the last one he wrote before his death, but I could be wrong. To be honest, I'm not fully sure what I thought of it - I love his style of writing, it's so effortless and disarrayed like thoughts are, yet I wasn't fully satisfied. I felt like there should've been more in some poems (I can't fully explain what I mean by "more," but it's similar to when you have a lot of milk but little cereal ...more
I read Bukowski and Carver all the time. I finish carver and have more bukowski to go. I like him, always. I listen to him and let him read to me. I also read him aloud and get the twists. I like it all. I don't just like early ones and late ones... but I don't care too much for his short stories, and especially not his novels. He's a poet to me. Unless someone has a short story to recommend, I've put them down. don't touch them.

I'm reading this one now. Brough it with me all the way to cairo i
Another bukowski book of poetry down & I just cannot tell you how much I love this mans words. This is his later poetry and a lot of it is reflective, on life, mistakes, regrets, and many a thought on death. Because Bukowski was so very aware of his life coming to an end it hits you even harder as a reason and I find myself closing this book with eyes pricked by tears, knowing that he is gone and will no longer fill my life with wonderful, sad and funny words. I find myself childishly wishin ...more
"We can only blame ourselves so come sit with me in the dark. It's half-past nowhere everywhere."
"The oldest notion still in vogue is that if you can't understand a poem then it almost certainly is a good one."
"& of this i am sure."
"Writing is done one person at a time, one place at a time."
"There's no hell like your own hell and there's nobody else ever to share it with you."
This is where they come for what's left of your soul:
"You will not escape my iron grip and I will escape yours."
Philip Fullmam
The poem Balloons, on page 77, is a perfect example of what I love about poetry, and art as a whole. The poem expresses feelings I have, in a way that I could not have expressed them, and tells me that I am not the only one to ever feel the way I do.
I basically rate poetry according to two criteria - first, whether it displays technical skill or a demonstrably impressive use of the language, and second, whether it evokes emotions or resonates with me somehow. I'm afraid that perhaps Mr. Bukowski simply isn't for me.
I admire him, certainly, for his two-fisted subject matter, and there are flashes of poetry that work for me, but they are few and far between. This collection, compiled after his death from notes, feels extremely defensive and
Come On In: New Poems by Charles Bukowski (Harper Collins 2006)(811) - This is a posthumously-published volume of poems that the old man left behind. None of these really speak to me. My rating: 6/10, finished 4/9/14.
Ideal para leer cuando uno quiere no creer en el amor
O curarse del amor (si es que existe cura -o amor-)
Antidoto contra el amor
Eso es lo que es.
O contra la fe en la especie humana
Contra la literatura elitista
Grito irreverente contra cualquiera
que piense que la poesia tiene que ser complicada
Humor acido, salvaje
Una mirada critica al orden
Elogio del caos
De la soledad
Del sexo y del alcohol
Se lee como quien escucha una cancion
(dura, corta, simple, acida)
No se respetan las metricas
No se respetan la
Halfway through I was thinking how it made sense these poems were not published until he died, but toward the end, a few of them concerning death really stood out and made it a special collection.
Marta Goldar lópez
días inquietos

siempre peleando
con todo tu
corazón y tu alma
para no
fracasar en
eso de vivir.

¿quien podría
I think this book, hands down, is the greatest introduction to Charles Bukowski. I believe it was one of his last collection of poems published posthumously. It has a lot of poems from all ages, but I most loved the ones written by him as an older man.

He became much sweeter, his poems were sweeter. I felt this book gave me energy. I read it on my work breaks, and instead of engrossing me for pages at a time, it engaged me only for a moment and then let me go. It felt almost conversational, as i
This is one of Bukowski's last collections (perhaps even published posthumously). I have now read both his first collection (The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills) and this collection, one of his last. I must say that I much prefer the earlier work. This collection is often self-serving and more of a running diary than poetry. However, there are still flashes of brilliance and you can always feel a vitality in his work. I strongly recommend the reading of Bukowski. Just don't start h ...more
Andrea Joy
The writings were so raw. It makes you realise that a "bad poem" doesn't exist because poetry isn't meant to be perfect, it is meant to express your feelings.
Denisse Valdenegro
Cuando lo relea sabré si es mi libro favorito de Bukowski.
in one of the poems in this book, bukowski asks you to please tear a specific page up and not look back. i ripped it in even pieces and kept it between the pages. i gave some bitch this book for her birthday and i'm 100% certain that she hasn't flipped it since. this is literature lost. raw bukowski will always give it to you like it is, so don't be a prude, and let the world speak, ok?
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Henry Charles Bukowski (born as Heinrich Karl Bukowski) was a German-born American poet, novelist and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.It is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands ...more
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“unaccountably we are alone
forever alone
and it was meant to be
that way,
it was never meant
to be any other way–
and when the death struggle
the last thing I wish to see
a ring of human faces
hovering over me–
better just my old friends,
the walls of my self,
let only them be there.

I have been alone but seldom
I have satisfied my thirst
at the well
of my self
and that wine was good,
the best I ever had,
and tonight
staring into the dark
I now finally understand
the dark and the
light and everything
in between.

peace of mind and heart
when we accept what
having been
born into this
strange life
we must accept
the wasted gamble of our
and take some satisfaction in
the pleasure of
leaving it all

cry not for me.

grieve not for me.

what I’ve written
forget it

drink from the well
of your self
and begin

Mind and Heart”
“E poi ci sono quelli che
credono che le vecchie relazioni
possano essere rivissute e
fatte nuove.

Ma perfavore
se ti senti in quel modo

non chiamare
non scrivere
non arrivare...”
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