Robert's review
You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
by Charles Bukowski
Robert's review
You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense by Charles Bukowski
Robert's review
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I think the title alone says it all...
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:
"Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit"
"The Days Run Over the Hills Like Wild Horses"
"Hot Water Music"
"Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame"
etc, etc, etc...
but this book of poetry is one of his finest.
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:
"Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit"
"The Days Run Over the Hills Like Wild Horses"
"Hot Water Music"
"Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame"
etc, etc, etc...
but this book of poetry is one of his finest.
