Recent content by jabble

Waaaaah no. Thank you, gold. main body of text exactly as it appeared published, editor obviously not Martin. Wow. Click Save. City Lights, riiiiight. and Buk shitted all over Ferlinghetti with his type.

I'd add Hot Water Music to that. John Martin's fantasy of no such thing as alcohol, drug or domestic abuse (may impact sales). Someone posted Buk's original of A Couple Of Gigolos from his article in the free press and, what a change! He wrote about needing to watch Martin more closely but...

"In the decades since Bukowski's passing, the esteem and respect of Martin's peers and supporters continues to grow" Martin is in a rage. Living with all that money begotten from his cash cow that up and died.

Sickening. Supposedly Martin was the 'savior' of Buk, to learn he raped his most intimate writings, disgusted. Is it too much to ask a publisher to publish, as the writer has writ?

Try Stravinsky The Firebird isn't bad.

Ever listened to Classical Music? Didn't he write about simplicity?

The Great Zen Wedding I got my photos taken all over again. Fingerprinted all over again. They took me down to the drunk tank, opened that door. After that it was just a matter of looking for floorspace among the 150 men in the room. One shitpot. Vomit and piss everywhere. I found a spot...

he walked up and down the aisle. barefooted. "Mr. Skorski," the stewardess told him, "please stay in your seat." "Graziano. the Rock. and who the hell stole my shoes and socks? I'll bust 'em in half." He vomited there in the aisle and an old woman actually hissed at him like a snake. "Mr...

I forgot where I parked my car and I walked along. I walked along and walked along in the rain. I got to a bar. Went in. For a rainy night, the place was quite crowded. I could only find one seat. There was a young woman sitting there. Nothing special but I thought I'd try it. "Hey baby, I'm...

I awakened depressed. I looked up at the ceiling, at the cracks in the ceiling. I saw a buffalo running over something. I think it was me. Then I saw a snake with a rabbit in his mouth. The sun came through the rips in the shade and formed a swastika on my belly. My bunghole itched. Were my...

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I swear it I'd make love to bukowski if he was still around just becuase of his writing. Roundeye, anyone?

Why would you come onto a Bukowski forum not knowing who Linda King is and the tricks she's pulled? He wants you to send him a money order to help out the project and get one of the first off the production line.

Should be Bukowski's Favorite Muscatel

H. M. S. Pinafore Sing it for him make his bones rattle - For I'm called Little Buttercup -- dear Little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why, But still I'm called Buttercup -- poor little Buttercup, Sweet Little Buttercup I! I've snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky, I've...