Notes of a Dirty Old Man: Charles Bukowski

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Notes of a Dirty Old Man: Charles Bukowski

Notes of a Dirty Old Man: Charles Bukowski

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As I’ve grown older, I still feel that affection, but I am also more cognizant of the moral failings that I once excused and overlooked. Some are pure fantasy (like a guy with wings playing baseball) while many others happened to some extent, and almost all include some kind of graphic sex (I’m not going there to describe it). my pure and beautiful slim and magic little girl glorious fuck with the hair dangling down to the asshole, and next to her the tragedy of the ages: slime and horror, the machine gone wrong, frogs tortured by little boys and head-on car collisions and the spider taking in the ball-less buzzing fly and the landscape brain of Primo Carnera going down under the dull playboy guns of cocksure Maxie Baer — new heavyweight champ of America — I, I rushed at the Tragedy of the Ages — that fat slob of accumulated shit. There are some really, really interesting and great short stories in this book and there are some really weird, messed-up ones which leave you saying or thinking WTF?

This novel is mainly dealing with gabling, drinking and whoring which Bukowski is really good at, but what I find him to be even better at is his way with words and that does not show its true colours in this book. I‘m not really sure why it was compiled at all (way back in 1969) unless Essex House (who published a lot of erotica) was looking for the vastest spread of sex stories possible. Bukowski published his first story when he was twenty-four and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. The series is currently published by City Lights Publishing Company but can also be found in Portions from a Wine-Stained Notebook, which is a collection of some of Bukowski's rare and obscure works. Along with the series Notes of a Dirty Old Man, Portions from a Wine-Stained Notebook includes another deep look into Charles Bukowski's life.

He pays respect and champions some of them, and completely berates and slanders others, as I'm sure you'd expect. There is a sequence in "Notes of a Dirty Old Man" where a painting instructor gives a young Bukowski brushes and paints (he didn't bring his own), and instructs him to paint a vase, just like his classmates. He’s more of a rock-and-roll type of person that has surrendered to his vices and even has that hint of proudness of his shortcomings.

Beginning in 1967, Bukowski wrote the column "Notes of A Dirty Old Man" for the underground newspaper Open City . The Auditory-Visual Integration of Anger is impaired in Alcoholism: an Event-Related Potentials Study".

Of the many columns and blurbs here, there is one about a party and the time Bukowski met Neal Cassady. according to my figures I’ve only had 2500 pieces of ass but I’ve watched 12,500 horse races, and if I have any advice to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting. Bukowski is so unflinchingly honest about everything, so don't read this if you can't handle the truth. However, there's still the same old dosage of smut, filth and complete degeneracy and perverseness throughout which will satisfy any Bukowski fan. The cold and measured cruelty of the American hospitals is not caused by doctors who are overworked or who have gotten used to and bored with death.

At times, you could even say this read is entertaining, but what it is all the time, is disturbingly honest, ugly – real. Whether he is drinking while writing his stories and poetry, or showing up to work and meetings already drunk, every story incorporates his vigorous drinking habits. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski is somewhat a autobiography of Bukowski himself but also his alter ego, Henry. By turns hilarious, disgusting, prosaic and profound, these vignettes of distilled humanity are somehow rendered all the more powerful for the squalor and the cheap sex and the shameless alcoholism.Of course, that doesn't make any of his literal and figurative woman-bashing acceptable, but it's part of the entrance fee for reading this shit. And after all, an intellectual takes something simple and makes it complex, while an artist takes something complex and makes it simple.

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