Did I mention this early reading is fairly dripping with intelligence. Bukowski is very sharp in it. You can sense his huge intellect looming there between the words as he draws out the phrases. I think at some point he stopped taking the readings seriously, realized he didn't have to even try -- that he had his audience in the palm of his hand, and at that point he began faking his way through them, roaring and fumbling and grumbling, and the crowd loved him anyway. But in the early readings he was making an effort and it shows (or rather, you can hear it).