Among the cooler things about getting older is watching Hank...

Among the cooler things about getting older is watching Hank Bukowski get the recognition he deserves. What would he think, knowing he’s all over the internet?

I often give Millenials shit, and they deserve it, but sometimes they’re actually pretty damn cool. I read somewhere that Millennials are actually book buyers, as in physical, made out of matter books, statistically speaking anyway. My generation, so this article claimed, and those 5 and 10 years older than the Millennials were more enamored with technology (not true in my case), and more apt to buy ebooks.

Books are becoming antiques and as such they get ascribed some coolness from the younger generation.

I came across Bukowski in the 80s. He was very obscure then (except in Europe). My girlfriend at the time had a book. I was up alone late one night, and the rest is history. Had such a situation occurred today, like everyone else pretty much, I would’ve gone online rather than pick up a book. Hmm….

 It was a book of prose, short stories, and I have since learned that I love his stories far more than his poems, but that is taste and taste is meaningless.

He was hated by the feminists in the 80s and he is hated by them now. So what? He was brilliant and unique, a hyper-realist, like myself (only everything I write is a lie, maybe.)

Long live the patriarchy!

Haha. Anyway, Jesus said that no prophet is accepted in his own country, and Bukowski achieved greater popularity in Europe than in America, especially in Germany, and he is achieving greater popularity in later generations than in his own or those close to him.

Perhaps they’re right: to be brilliant, you have to be dead….