more notes from a dirty old man or cat’s table, the new tome from ondaatje…those were the choices tonite to rock my overly-stimulated, exhausted self to sleep at bedtime…and bukowski won out. curiosity, mostly…i always find myself reaching for that comforting foray into the past or my youth, where the mention of a crazy growin- up time in an L.A. beach town draws…or the opportunity to remember exactly what was on each side of a familiar west hollywood street corner sparks a memory of a life i vaguely remember belonging to me once upon a time…
i read buk as a touchtone and with gratitude…i read his work and thank him for giving me the ability to immediately spot the bullshit ‘artists‘, the worshippers, the fan-atics, the liars–oh the poet liars!– the buk copiers and the youthful poet fakes a mile away! i read buk’s work and get pissed off …why? because he brings me…
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thanks for sending this…I thought I had read this or something close to it some time ago but I could be wrong…glad you posted this…how are you…I will call you one of these days seems as if each day is filled…you know how it is … when your partner is home and there are projects to take care of …so I am a bit behind on stuff…anyway I am glad you are active on SHADOWDANCE, xd