humiliating charles bukowski by Ryan Narcebukowski didnt much care for mailer when mailer was
IT and he himself was NOT,
said the man had no internal editor; just hammered away words, any words,
beating HELL into the WORD;
T wolfe is the worst, really; he needs a 3 day drunk
but instead
airport reading;
20 minutes in a brown, creased concourse seat and 22 pages on some
ugly, pinched girl in atlanta, howling “nigger”
at the window
at migratory birds
at flags, nunneries, bolo ties, elevators, magicians
electrical outlets, magazine drop-cards
twelve pages on the Divan in the parlor
fifteen on dry bourbon and long stretches of concrete ramparts that smell like monkey shit
bromidic racial politics;
paeans to the dead modern trope.
he’s waiting to die, stone prick in hand, pen in the other, pouring
molasses on ART.
02/12/2003 Posted on 05/13/2011 Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce
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