I knew of Bukowski before. A few of his poems snaked their way into my reading here and there, but never became an obsession. I read Post Office and discovered the depth of his work, the emotion and intensity. The reality.
After having been through the rough and tumble anguish of the dissolution of a long-term relationship, I revisited this soul. He spoke to me, from the grave, directly. I felt that each of his words were my own, spoken decades before me.
Now I am an addict.
After having been through the rough and tumble anguish of the dissolution of a long-term relationship, I revisited this soul. He spoke to me, from the grave, directly. I felt that each of his words were my own, spoken decades before me.
Now I am an addict.