I originally wanted to write: "If so, probably Ferlinghetti himself still owns it, or do you think it is already in
cireritas binders?" :) ... but then didn't, for no reason at all.
But they're quite business-like, if you ask me.
Yeah, I wonder about that. In the afterword to "Screams from the Balcony" we read: "Bukowski's letters have an unusual immediacy, compared to those of other noteworthy literary correspndents [...] Bukowski seems, with trusted correspondents, to pour himself forth with little forethought or purpose other than to render his immediate experience. Only a small minority of surviving letters have a mainly conventional kind of purpose - answering or posing questions, conducting literary business. More often, even when the letter accompanies submissions of poems or other writing, there is a full outpouring of the self in its present situation, generally incorporating notations of the immediate mundane circumstances: people passing or working outside, activities in the apartment, toothache, hangover, radio sounds, etc." (p. 355)
So, maybe Ferlinghetti wasn't a "trusted correspondent"? I also remember B. dumping Ferlinghetti somewhere in the letters, something about his novel "Her" being very bad and about being busted (for obscenity?) and therefore suddenly known to the public.