‘You Get So Alone at Times that it Just Makes Sense’ While I find everything Bukowski writes has something in it for me this collection has a different ‘feel’. More down, more depressed, more complaining. Not much fight left.
But since it was published later in his life, just eight short years before he died, maybe the flavor of this book is just because he’s older, worn out, and sick. His joints hurt, his liver is shot (probably), Jane is dead, the IRS is sending him letters informing him that interest is compounding DAILY and, worse, the horses are not paying off.
Don’t misunderstand, I love his work (how can there be any doubt if you’ve read my blog for any length of time) and I continue to be inspired by his insights about life, people, politics, writing and his razor sharp truth about HIMSELF. Continue reading “Charles Bukowski…Tired and Worn Out”