mjp
Founding member
Not Chinaski; Klienholtz! (Who?)
A copy of the 1970 Runcible Spoon on display at the Huntington inspired me to dig out my copy and give it a read. Unfortunately for you, I can't just read it and shut up.
Three of the poems are uncollected, but I can't bring myself to put this 41 year old piece of mimeo art into the scanner. I'll try to get them up in the uncollected forum some other way. [Here they are.]
But what caught my eye (well, Carol's eye) was an autobiographical poem called the shit shits, where Bukowski calls his alter ego "Klienholtz."
Sadly, Martin also published the shit shits in The Pleasures of the Damned, and that pesky typist/editor pulled out his idiot community college creative writing course dick, stroked it a few times and was inspired to make the now expected changes.
And completely cut the triumphant closing lines.
See for yourself.
A copy of the 1970 Runcible Spoon on display at the Huntington inspired me to dig out my copy and give it a read. Unfortunately for you, I can't just read it and shut up.
Three of the poems are uncollected, but I can't bring myself to put this 41 year old piece of mimeo art into the scanner. I'll try to get them up in the uncollected forum some other way. [Here they are.]
But what caught my eye (well, Carol's eye) was an autobiographical poem called the shit shits, where Bukowski calls his alter ego "Klienholtz."
Sadly, Martin also published the shit shits in The Pleasures of the Damned, and that pesky typist/editor pulled out his idiot community college creative writing course dick, stroked it a few times and was inspired to make the now expected changes.
And completely cut the triumphant closing lines.
See for yourself.
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