Summary
Charles Bukowski: Confessions of an Old Crook
Another new book from Bukowski? Yes, it's true, but what! If not the best, then certainly one of the best out of the dozen published in the Šareni dučan edition. The book contains previously unpublished and long-published texts in alternative, off, underground, erotic, trash, pulp and other magazines. In these forgotten and neglected, largely undervalued editions, Bukowski scattered a real treasure of stories, poems, notes, confessions, but also excellent, lesser-known essays about Hemingway, Artaud, Wantling, Pound, Lowell... and even a description of a Rolling Stones concert! Although this would be a sufficient announcement and not only for Buk's fans, we also offer a "bonus mix" of the author's lucid confessional notes:
"The only thing I do is write poetry, drink, listen to music and smoke, I have no other choice... Every night I drink until the early morning, I write poems and rude stories... I loved sharp stones in my sentences, humpbacked laughter, belching, farting... When one of my poems is accepted by a magazine who publishes so-called high-quality poetry, I immediately ask myself where I went wrong... The moment the crowd gets hung up on something, it's over. The crowd is always wrong... How can a man recount the 2 or 3 decades he wasted in a few seconds? At least it's easy. Years exist to be wasted... There is a whole crowd, a whole community of crazy people, hungry, drunk, chatty and amazing. I met many of them. I am one of them... I managed to persevere in all the traps, and now I want to die at the typewriter, with a bottle of wine on the left and on the right with a radio from which one can hear, say, Mozart."
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