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Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the F... by Charles Bukowski
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Seems like an interesting guy


o, just give me a little atomic bomb
not too much
just a little
enough to kill a horse in the street
but there aren't any horses in the street


I thought it's interesting to combine poetry and debauched, drunk, objectifying, smelly bachelor life. Vulgar topics but not language. He, actually, does not seem jaded or tortured, it's just... his life.



I stand in the kitchen
halfway to madness
dreaming of Hemingway's Spain


"interviews", "face of a political candidate on a street billboard", "8 rooms" are sad, wry observations. "hug the dark" is the only one that seems to have a 'message' and coincidentally is bad edgelord poetry containing the inert line "there is no god".

It's neat he writes poetry and also listens to decent classical music—Scriabin, Ives, Mussorgsky—yet apparently led such a gross life.
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Reading Progress

September 12, 2017 – Shelved
September 12, 2017 – Shelved as: to-read
October 9, 2017 – Started Reading
October 9, 2017 – Shelved as: poetry
October 9, 2017 – Finished Reading

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