It’s a well known fact that I have an on-going love affair with Charles Bukowski, poet, drunk, homeless bum, reprobate, genius. We haven’t been back to visit with him lately and it’s way past time. If you search my posts you can enjoy my other thoughts about his writings and poetry. My favorite is an interview I conducted with him…posthumously. Yes, nineteen years after his death. If that seems crazy to you…then let me be insane. But, read it before you judge.
magic machine © by Charles Bukowski
I liked the old records that
scratched
as the needle slid across
grooves well
worn
you heard the voice
coming through
the speaker Continue reading “Nostalgia…and Charles Bukowski”