I put this in Buy/Sell/Trade because it's a commentary on collecting. It was a blurb in the New York Times Book Review yesterday adjacent to the best seller lists. Please forgive me, Mr. Moderator, if this is a repeat post. I know how upsetting that is for you.
"BUK'S TYPICAL DAY: In this issue, Jim Harrison reviews a collection of Charles Bukowski's poems. Bukowski's work is sought after by collectors like that of almost no other 20th-century poet. On abebooks.com, rare editions of his books sell for as much as $14,000. The Bukowski rarity I covet "” the one that gives the best sense of man "” is a limited-edition volume called "Dear Mr. Bukowski." It's his response to a fan letter from a woman who asks him to have dinner with her and her 4-year-old daughter. The letter also asks what his typical day is like. Bukowski's response reads, in part: "I vomit, first thing, early. Then I read all the poems I wrote when I was drunk the night before and then I vomit again. ... Then I go back to bed and sleep two more hours. Then, strangely, I find myself at the racetrack again, losing with my new system. I go home and drink 18 bottles of beer. ... Then I go over to my girlfriend's place. I call her a whore. We fight. ... I don't know when I write the poems." All this can be yours for only $5,000."
"BUK'S TYPICAL DAY: In this issue, Jim Harrison reviews a collection of Charles Bukowski's poems. Bukowski's work is sought after by collectors like that of almost no other 20th-century poet. On abebooks.com, rare editions of his books sell for as much as $14,000. The Bukowski rarity I covet "” the one that gives the best sense of man "” is a limited-edition volume called "Dear Mr. Bukowski." It's his response to a fan letter from a woman who asks him to have dinner with her and her 4-year-old daughter. The letter also asks what his typical day is like. Bukowski's response reads, in part: "I vomit, first thing, early. Then I read all the poems I wrote when I was drunk the night before and then I vomit again. ... Then I go back to bed and sleep two more hours. Then, strangely, I find myself at the racetrack again, losing with my new system. I go home and drink 18 bottles of beer. ... Then I go over to my girlfriend's place. I call her a whore. We fight. ... I don't know when I write the poems." All this can be yours for only $5,000."
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