Happy Birthday Hank ! (1 Viewer)

Tomorrow, August 16th is Hank's birthday! Happy 97th, Hank! you're still the best!
In the morning, when I cut the grass, I'll leave tuffs here and there, just for the hell of it.
And I'm gonna have one of these in your honour, maybe 2 more...

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I read about Hanks death in the newspaper, yes, there was no internet, then
True. No internet.
But if you've been into it and quick enough, you'd manage to videotape (VHS) at least 4 different TV-stations on the very day spreading the news.
(All this "buziness" while you were weeping!)

But anyway:
Today's his BIRTHDAY!
Let's celebrate!
Hi Roni,
the newspapers headlined Buk's death in germany - for that day at least -

Buk was REALLY great in german bookstores in the 80s,
even the tiniest bookstore in the city sold Buk books,
these tiny white Buk poetry books were everywhere, and people bought them ...
Buk's poetry then slowly vanished in the 90s
and today there are no bookstores any more

probably Carl Weissner saved Hank's life,
at least economically.
well, Carl is dead now a couple of years, in Mannheim,
... and I never said this while he was alive,
and Carl's translation sure made him better marketable in Germany,
but sometimes Carl didn't really transform Buk's brittleness and sensitivity into the german language,
instead emphasizing the wild, battling Bukowski instead.
Skål for Buk's 100th!
Here's a mention of it in the socialist paper Klassekampen:

The quote from Linda goes thus:

"If he was around now I think this suffering world would either kill him, or make him ever stronger. Likely stronger.

Yes, stronger."

They got the quote here: EasyReaderNews
Woke up today, hoping the Google Doodle would honor the man.....

And then I realized how fucking stupid America is. You know what? Maybe it's better no one knows about him, maybe that's the charm I find. He won't blow his book sales in Europe, but everyone here wants to watch Game of Thrones.

This is the country I live in.

Everyone, get drunk. Start your novel. Finish your poem. Write it into your guts.
someone on facebook on a buk group posted a video, the day of his birthday, the woman who posted the video spotted a woman near his grave, turns out she was linda paying her respects.

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