/lit/ - Literature

>>453967

Oh shit.

Bukowski?
Omg so kawaii. =^_^=

Actually this is pretty much how I feel about America right now. Be it a little emo-ish for my liking.

seems like a generic whine about things

>>453973
Don't worry too much, then, because he felt the same way forty years ago and seemed to do ok.

Bukowski is a pretty cool guy, eh. Fucks hookers and doesn't afraid of anything.

>>453990
He wasn't with any hookers in his books. He almost got a blowjob from one, but backed out at the last minute.

>>453998
Really? What a wimp.

>>454017
He had a decent reason. He doesn't afraid of anything.

>>453998
Sounds like he was HOLDEN out for something.

>no place to go
>a fuckton of other countries
:|

>>454030
...acknowledging...

>>454030
There will be no Catcher in the Rye jokes.

>>454043
Can't stop me now.

I am becoming convinced that for one to become a writer they must possess an utter surplus of ego and an utter lack of self-awareness.

>>454049
Pretty much this. Every good author I've ever met is both arrogant and completely unaware of it.

"I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, by what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed."

I laugh sometimes when I think about
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky…
or Hamsun…
ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,
ordinary men with hair on their heads
sitting there typing words
while having difficulties with life
while being puzzled almost to madness.

Dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to piss,
comes back
drinks a glass of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel.

Céline stops, gets up, walks to the
window, looks out, thinks, my last patient
died today, I won’t have to make any more
visits there.
when I saw him last
he paid his doctor bill;
it’s those who don’t pay their bills,
they live on and on.
Céline walks back, sits down at the
machine
is still for a good two minutes
then begins to type.

Hamsun stands over his machine thinking,
I wonder if they are going to believe
all these things I write?
he sits down, begins to type.
he doesn’t know what a writer’s block
is:
he’s a prolific son-of-a-bitch
damn near as magnificent as
the sun.
he types away.

and I laugh
not out loud
but all up and down these walls, these
dirty yellow and blue walls
my white cat asleep on the
table
hiding his eyes from the
light.

he’s not alone tonight
and neither am
I.

poor me, everything is so bad and only I realize it, this world is just too fucked up for me

>>454082
Bukowski was always more of a "I'm depressed and a loser" kind of guy. If you're happy, good for you, he'd say.

Bukowski? More like Brokowski

>>454082
it's us

>>454088
More like No-kowski.

BUKOWSKI WAS A JERK

>>454316
sheesh, what a revelation bro...

>>454316

my somewhat over-emotional beach bum ex-roommate said the same thing...this actually made me more inclined to read him.

>>454316
well what made him one?

>>454339
His own whining nature?

>>454347
so his mom then?

those who call it "emo-ish", whiny, "poor me", "I'm depressed and a loser"

i'd like to request: name an opposition. someone who expresses the things bukowski does, in a manner you relate to.

And my own affairs were as bad, as dismal, as the day I had been born. The only difference was that now I could drink now and then, though never often enough. Drink was the only thing that kept a man from feeling forever stunned and useless. Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought. God, they all had assholes and sexual organs and their mouths and their armpits. They shit and they chattered and they were dull as horse dung. The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair.But get up close and listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun. I would certainly never be able to be happy, to get married, I could never have children. Hell, I couldn't even get a job as a dishwasher.

>>454417
Bukowski thought of himself as depressed, and a loser. He wasn't upset about it. It was just the way he was for a long time. It's not a criticism of him. It's what he wrote and felt.

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>>454433
well i'm not talking about him either. i'm talking about his work. and his work is not about being depressed and a loser. at least not for me. if it was, i wouldn't be in this thread.

>>454474
When in Bukowski's work is he ever a winner? In every book of his he fucks everything up because he's a drunkard and a fool. It's his MO. He knows it. The women he shacks up with know it. He's always losing a job, drinking for a while, grovelling for a new job, and fucking it up by drinking too much. A cover blurb on Women describes him well: "The poet laureate of sour alleys and dark bars, of racetracks and long shots." When you write things like, "Frankly, I was horrified by life, by what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat." That's not the writing of a winner. It doesn't make you a success. Bukowski (or his alter-ego Chinaski) is not to be emulated. He's an aberration: success despite his immense personal failings. Don't treat him as your role model.

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>>455932
his work itself makes him a winner. his talent, his intelligence.

he's a poet. but to society poetry is loser material.

you say he fucks everything up because he's a drunkard and a fool.

why does he drink?

"Frankly, I was horrified by life, by what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat."

what's so horrifying?

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."

>He knows it

people make sure he does

Naturally that was an idiotic idea, but I dreamed it up as an excuse for going out again, because no matter how much I tossed and turned on my narrow bed, I couldn't snatch the tiniest scrap of sleep. Even masturbation, at times like that, provides neither comfort nor entertainment. Then you're really in despair.

The worst part is wondering how you'll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you'll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAhrr7JNlhk
Love his views on drugs while being a raging alcoholic.
Not that i'm surprised, most drunks seem to be incredibly hypocritical on that point.

>>456297
I enjoy his work but still can't see on how you can look at his life, up until he became a full-time writer, and not think he was a complete loser. He drank all day, got in fist fights, raged at women, men, his bosses, hookers, and bartenders. He lost jobs because he came in hung-over or fully drunk. When he got a new job it was a lousy job because he had such a bad employment history. He was usually broke. All his money went to alcohol. His women were always emotionally scarred and dependent.

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