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    <body><![CDATA[This book makes me wonder if Charles Bukowski was the loneliest man on Earth. (Not as an insult)<br/><br/>I'll further explain my feelings towards this book with the texts exchanged between me and a friend (starting with me):<br/><br/>- &quot;It's funny, the reason I can't just sit through a buk...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/39531143">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This is one of my favorite collections of poetry.  Charles Bukowski led a pretty rough life (he was an unapologetic, womanizing, violent drunk) which is reflected in his work. Some of his pieces are coarse, lewd, and downright graphic.  But amongst all of the chaos and drunkeness he will write somet...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3249784">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Bukowski's raw and raunchy poetic ramblings about his drunken, prostitute-filled life on skid row LA is the opposite of what I thought I'd ever like. He tells it like it is and does not candy coat. His repulsive life style is redeemed with his many ode's to his one true love, Jane. For me, one who w...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/25059144">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I loved Bukowski in high school, haven't picked him up since then, but the purposeful coarseness, the rough exterior hiding vulnerable loneliness, the delight in being offensive...no developing teenage girl should grow up without him.  His poetry is so much better than his prose, this collection is ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41978275">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I liked Bukowski a lot in high school. I enjoy his poetry more now, on the occasion that I'm in the mood for his writing. It's exactly like his stories, but more concise. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book changed how I viewed love and writing forever.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[You get so alone at times that it just makes sense... Think about it. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm loving this book...I flew thru half of it in one night, it's just excellent. Go Bukowski...]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Incredibly insightful and beautifully blunt]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I think the title alone says it all...<br/>and maybe he is a bastard, alcoholic son-of-a-bitch, but then so is everyone else. There hasn't been one collection of his work where I have laughed and loved almost every fucking poem in the book before. There are other good titles: <br/><br/>&quot;Play...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4879921">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[the title says it all]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm over halfway through, and I've dog-eared at least a dozen poems as new favorites.  Classic but older Bukowski.  For the depression in your heart and soul, and the comfort that we are all feeling, all human.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I had never read anything by Bukowski before, so when my best friend's brother likened my poetry to his a few years ago, I took it as a compliment, thinking Bukowski must be something special since I'd heard his name before. But now that I've actually read him, I am DEEPLY offended that someone saw ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/15416317">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[In typical Bukowski fashion, the subjects of <em>You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense</em> are the usual: women, booze and gambling. At times, his treatment of these subjects repuluses me beyond reprehension. <br/><br/>And others: I turn the page to profound insights and a beautifully sad arr...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/25546361">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Bukowski consistently depends upon a small pool of topics for the subjects of his work [women, horses, smoking and drinking].  But he creates for his readers an entire world of the honest details and dilemmas he confronts within this pool, both internally and externally.  It should come as no surpri...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/29853407">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Bukowski is one of my favorites. Not every piece speaks to me but how could it. I'm not hanging with whores nor drunk to the point where I don't know if I'm F'ing or fighting. <br/><br/>But sometime one of his pieces will stab me in the heart and lay it bare. Then all I can do is treat it with a l...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/27280661">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I've become a huge fan of Bukowski, especially the more I read. This is the first book of his poetry that I've picked up. The only poetry I've ever dug on would be the old school stuff, Milton, Shakespeare, shit like that. But Bukowski hits the blue collar man's soul in a way that Faulkner caught th...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/14990675">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[more drink, more poems by Charles]]></body>
    
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