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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[By this point, his umpteenth book of poetry published since his death in 1994, there is little else for Bukowski to say.  I didn't particularly enjoy sifting through 6 or 7 turds for every good poem in this collection.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[New is never really new when it comes to Bukowski. Be that as it is, I continue to buy his books as soon as they hit the shelves. The imagery is a little updated, the cynicism is a little more harsh, and the wry sense of doom amidst all the happiness is still there. Dirty love, clean hate, answered ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/36383839">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Some of the poems in here are so great I can't believe they weren't published until after he died nevermind referenced regularly when discussing poetry or Bukowski.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Perfect review of this book in Bukowski's own words (speaking about himself): ... &quot;they took away a tiger and left a pussycat.&quot;  ]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[(Caveat: I'm not a poet connoisseur.) That being said, I did enjoy this collection of poems.  Bukowski is a lucid raconteur, spinning pessimistic tales of life in the mid-20th century and beyond.  I have been told that all of his books of poetry are very similar.  If that is true, I can see it getti...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/58451743">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[gets an extra star because of the title - a total Bukowski mantra/philosphy, epitaph worthy!]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Another fantastic collection of the late poet's work. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Bukowski's poems are such that they're kind of unquoteable but, ah, the hell with it.  Here's some excerpts:<br/><br/>We are all<br/>museums of fear<br/><br/>The only solace left to us is to hide<br/>alone in the middle of the night in some<br/>deserted place.<br/><br/>From: Poem for Nobody...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4500229">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[a bit of a downer, but a break from old school literature!]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[a decent book of typically curmudgeonly bukowski poetry.  a lot of it (being released posthumously) deals with old age and the idea of losing your edge/talent with both age and complacency, but there's still plenty of the misanthropic, loner bukowski that many have grown to love.<br/><br/>not all ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5264711">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I don't know what it is about Charles Bukowski, but he manages to be dirty without alarming my sense of sacrilege.  I find something almost religious in thumbing through his simple poems.<br/><br/>This says more about me than Charles Bukowski.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[as with all of Hank's other books, the genius is in the simplicity.  re-reading this now, but first read it in 2005 when i was working 12 hour days at a wine store doing stock and floor work, and wishing the world would end because of it.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[What a vulgar, dirty man! But damn do I love reading his vulgar dirty poems. It's like reading a tabloid if the tabloids covered the excessive and erotic disinterest of oneself and everyone he knows.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[bukowski is a great writer.  i love his style and delivery.  i almost never agree with his opinions or points of view but i do get inspired to write after reading him. ]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Des poèmes publiés après sa mort sur mes sujets préférés; son enfance, la mort, la solitude, l'écriture et le syndrôme de l'imposteur.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[A good collection of previously unpublished poetry from one of America's finest.  Not his best, but surprisingly good stuff.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Slouching Toward Nirvana: New Poems]]>
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Charles Bukowski's poetry is about as far from Dylan Thomas's as it can be, but some of it is spectacular.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Has probably one of the best short poems of all time, unfortunetaly its on the exterior cover, OH WELL.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[christmas present from lindsey i have been carrying around in my bag- can't wait to read it!]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p>in this place</p><p> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</p><p> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</p><p> cross.</p><p> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</p><p> on the wall before me.</p><p> my love</p><p> what is left of it</p><p> now must crawl</p><p> to wherever it can crawl.</p><p> the strongest know that death is </p><p> final</p><p> and the happiest are those gifted with the</p><p> shortest journey.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I could read Bukowski 'til the cows come home. It's dark and dirty and real. ]]></body>
    
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