You have indeed surmised correctly that the definition of ?flummerist? that I use is on the positive side, but I also consider the art of ?Humbuggery? (not the other kind), ?empty? or ?useless? language as the height and pinnacle of the art of true communication. I say we have to slit the bonds that hold us to the grind wheel that turns all communication into instructions on how to use a VCR, DVD or can opener. The language of ostentation, puffery, wild abandon and convolution is where true art lies (or lay, I always like to mix these two up), and in the seminal writing of Bukowski (meaning he was full of seaman (sic) when he wrote?a fecund mind of the highest order, and the most potent poet of the last century, and probably this one, also) he conveyed a hard truth that can only be gotten to with a love of soaring language and his depth of feeling. His writing is as important as the First Amendment of the U. S. Constitution, in my HO. And, as my wifey says, it?s a good seduction tool?to be read prior (try it; it works).
So yes, in summation: (you got me started?I know you weren?t expecting this long-winded answer, but I?m trying to finish a piece of writing that has me stuck, and this is a good way to let off the steam); people like Buk and you and me and the brothers and sisters here, from what I?ve read of the articulate minds of the others on this site, are engaged in writing and not wiring bombs; and that answers the madness of life so much better. Riff on, young man, the Buk is at your shoulder.