I was at Powell's Books in Portland, Oregon today, a gigantic new and used bookstore, and the Bukowski section was almost all Ecco releases. There were maybe only two Black Sparrow Press editions out of 50 books. I've been anticipating the day when the BSP editions would dry up, disappear from the general used market (they'll always be available in the rare market), and it looks like it's almost here. I find the Ecco editions soulless. They look like counterfeit Black Sparrows. Same designs but on crappy paper. Lousy. After I realized the huge mistake I made in selling most of my Buk collection in the 1980s, I went out and bought all the BSP titles again, whereever I could find them, new or used, first or 20th printing, whatever, just to have one of each title in that familiar, beloved format. I'm so glad I did. The only items at Powells today of collector interest were a BSP first paperback of SHAKESPEARE NEVER DID THIS -- haven't seen that in years -- at $45, and one of the New Years Greetings at $9. I should mention they have a rare books room that has highend stuff. But mostly it was just the vanilla Eccos. This made me think of how diverse it was way back when I first got into Buk. You'd find anything and everything in good used bookshops like Powells, and cheap. Probably the coolest thing I saw back then was a long row of maybe twenty copies of POEMS WRITTEN BEFORE JUMPING OUT OF AN 8 STORY BUILDING, all brand new, at $2 a throw. This was at Powells. It was the Litmus 1975 edition, with the light blue cover. I bought one, later sold it, need it again. My best find in an all new bookshop was also in Portland, 1970s, when I found 3 mint copies of CRUCIFIX IN A DEATH HAND, at issue price of $7.50. Even then, a great bargain. I bought one (should have gotten all three), later sold it for $50 (dumb), but later lucked into the gift of a second mint copy, which I thankfully did not sell. And the little mags you would find back then were incredible. Sometime I'll tell you about how a $600 gold Cadillac led to my starting my original Buk collection, but this post is already long enough. An old guy muttering about what the world has come to...Ecco my ass. Spend a little on better paper, Ecco, please. Honor the writer who's lining you pockets. You'll sell more copies and get richer yet.