One or two of you are already aware that I am currently in virginal gobsmacked mode when it comes to finding Bukowski. I tend to look, smell, taste, feel, experience on as simple a level as possible and do not feel this detracts from who I am. Having said this, so far there has been a refreshing absence of heads up arseholes on this educating trip I'm taking.
I still feel I have to ask you to forgive my ignorance and I do of course realise this is a major issue on my part. I just fucking love the way Bukowski writes about now. It may well be in the past; written very much in the now. Never, ever, so far into my discovery anyway, in the future which fascinates me. At the risk of feeling like a complete cunt, did he ever cross paths with either or both of the Guthrie's?
As I am new and have a tongue anticipating lapping, would any of you be kind enough to recommend a couple or three other writer type people?
Many cheers!
Incidentally (though not as this moment) what is "candlewick" and why would he have tasted it?