Pour one out for the old bastard. He told us the truth.
Is still relevant in the 21st century?
His subjects are often found in skid-row hotels, dive bars, and horse racing tracks. poesia charles bukowski
When you type the keyword into a search engine, you are not looking for rhymes about flowers, sunsets, or metaphysical abstractions. You are looking for the smell of cheap whiskey, the flicker of a neon sign over a seedy hotel, and the brutal, honest voice of a man who lived at the bottom and wrote his way out. Pour one out for the old bastard
Bukowski didn’t write for the critics. He wrote for the 3 AM soul, the one still awake with a cigarette burning in the ashtray, wondering how it all went wrong. His subjects are often found in skid-row hotels,
To search for is to search for a catharsis. It is the poetry of the 3 AM insomniac, the broken-hearted bartender, and the writer who can't write.
