Charles Bukowski letter to Ann Menebroker sells for $1500
Hello Ann--
Hold yourself together, the glue may arrive to keep you and Wayne going.
Of course I'd like to see you but I can promise you nothing-
neither sex or love or maybe not even understanding. But
I would like to see you. We could have some drinks and lounge
about and you could stay as long as you wished. Things are
quiet here. People do come by but not too often. I have no
strong attachments. There is one lady who says, "Bukowski,
I don't see why you don't love me. I'm a beautiful woman."
"Sorry," I tell her, "I've got the lever turned to OFF."
I don't know if I ever want to get back into a strong
affair again. I am too emotional, I am too sentimental; when
when the games begin--the hard games men and women play
against each other, I am lost.
Well, the book finally came out, it's a fat one, SELECTED POEMS,
and my name's on the cover so I suppose that I wrote them.
Try to stay well and don't feel too bad, or if you do
feel too bad, remember it happens to all of us. Hold, dear,
hold to the fucking walls, and soon you'll be laughing, you'll
be thinking, how did I ever let it get hold of me like that?
All we need is time--to straighten out, feel better, and then
make the same mistake all over again.
love, BUK
Hello Ann--
Hold yourself together, the glue may arrive to keep you and Wayne going.
Of course I'd like to see you but I can promise you nothing-
neither sex or love or maybe not even understanding. But
I would like to see you. We could have some drinks and lounge
about and you could stay as long as you wished. Things are
quiet here. People do come by but not too often. I have no
strong attachments. There is one lady who says, "Bukowski,
I don't see why you don't love me. I'm a beautiful woman."
"Sorry," I tell her, "I've got the lever turned to OFF."
I don't know if I ever want to get back into a strong
affair again. I am too emotional, I am too sentimental; when
when the games begin--the hard games men and women play
against each other, I am lost.
Well, the book finally came out, it's a fat one, SELECTED POEMS,
and my name's on the cover so I suppose that I wrote them.
Try to stay well and don't feel too bad, or if you do
feel too bad, remember it happens to all of us. Hold, dear,
hold to the fucking walls, and soon you'll be laughing, you'll
be thinking, how did I ever let it get hold of me like that?
All we need is time--to straighten out, feel better, and then
make the same mistake all over again.
love, BUK
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