What gets me is how much the old man (Bukowski) loved classical music.
Let your imaginations go from there.
And that's about all I got in this department.
Think of Buk in his greasy room with his toes coming out of his socks listening to Mahler with a fifth of Grand Dad.
I already did. A few posts before you.
Now think of saturation.
Bukowski beer, for instance.
We could argue the merits of beer, or Bukowski.
Or we can argue that it is a tribute to the man, the life stlye and the ...
I like having Bukowski's work where I can find it. In his Books and in his poetry
with nothing added, nothing taken away and nothing extra.
He never even removed his warts.
He was 100% Bukowski till the day he died.
I miss him, and Opera isn't going to bring him back.
I can turn to him when I like, in his books, and poetry.
Yes. There are ways to bring him to those whom fate otherwise may not have
touched by him. But isn't it like those little souvenirs they sell of the Eiffel
Tower, and Mickey Mouse?
Bukowski Dolls, with a little stuffing coming out of the ears, and holes in the
socks. A tribute, or?
I believe that those guys may have good intentions. They may also have
selfish intentions. It's not for me to say.
I may say in all honesty that it is not my cupp'a tea.
The first one is called Jam (B U R P )