I had a lengthly correspondence with Bukowski from the late 70s thru the early 80s (about 30 letters total). I can assure you that in many of the letters bukowski would interject a stream-of-conscious poem that was awesome..he'd be responding to my previous dissertation upon the art of horse race handicapping or the woman who frequent the race track "the woman who go to the track look worse than the 5000 claimers" or the hardened loveless faces of the first 5000 cars he would encounter on the freeway on the ride in when suddenly--off the cuff--here would come this great poem "returning home from another day of coming and going...I crack open a beer and look out the window at another dismal calif evening...oh the sadness of the easter parade marching past my window once..woman in their april attire...a vast spectacle of high fashion..fiery..now probably in a nursing home or stiffened under a headstone...ah..if we can only learn love, stay fluid ..amid the coming and the going..and the stopping for a beer on a cold calif evening...and how soft we really are..beyond our lobster shells..." etc etc. Awesome AWESOME!!! This is from a late 70s letter..I'm glad I copied some of the highlights before (reluctantly) having to part with my Buk collection in 1982 (sold to Joseph The Provider). I'm certain someone someday will gather these uncollected gems from buks many letters of correspondence..he was truly a genuis--when it came to the written word.