Anyway, I see you are from CPHN? I started learning Danish a few months ago, but I had to give up because of the pronunciation. I was adviced to learn Norwegian instead, it's much more easy to learn and Norwegians seem to understand Swedish and Danish people without problem...I got a basic level already, I wish I could work in Norway for a few years and master the language.

there’s a lot of murky downgrading of Hemingway now by critics who can’t write, and old ratbeard wrote some bad things from the middle to the end, but his head was becoming unscrewed, and even then he made the others look like schoolboys raising their hands for permission to make a little literary peepee. I know why Ernie went to the bull-fights – it was simple: it helped his writing. Ernie was a mechanic: he liked to fix things on paper. the bullfights were a drawing board of everything: Hannibal slapping elephant ass over mountain or some wino slugging his woman in a cheap hotel room. and when Hem got in to the typer he wrote standing up. he used it like a gun. a weapon. the bullfights were everything attached to anything. it was all in his head like a fat butter sun: he wrote it down. This book not only doesn't make you feel good, it leaves you a bitter taste in the end. The interactions between the characters are insignificant. They just use each other. There are no feelings in this book. Perhaps there's more of his work/life than meets the eye, I am sure about it. Anyway, I better stop contributing to this forum, I see some folks are getting a bit passive-agressive and it's a matter of time before I get banned, I know people from forums get a bit posessive about their icons and accept no respectful criticism. Booklist, February 15, 1993, p. 1010; January 15, 1994, p. 893; May 15, 1996, p. 1563; May 15, 1998, Mike Tribby, review of The Captain Is out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken over the Ship, p. 1587; December 15, 1999, review of What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk through the Fire, p. 752; December 1, 2000, Ray Olson, review of Open All Night: New Poems, p. 689. show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually dirty kitchen, and 5 times out of 9 I’ll show you an exceptional man.”

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In 1939, Bukowski began attending Los Angeles City College, dropping out at the beginning of World War II and moving to New York to become a writer. The next few years were spent writing and traveling and collecting numerous rejection slips. By 1946 Bukowski had decided to give up his writing aspirations, embarking on a ten-year binge that took him across the country. Ending up near death in Los Angeles, Bukowski started writing again, though he would continue to drink and cultivate his reputation as a hard-living poet. He did not begin his professional writing career until the age of thirty-five, and like other contemporaries, began by publishing in underground newspapers, especially in local papers such as Open City and the L.A. Free Press.“Published by small, underground presses and ephemeral mimeographed little magazines,” described Jay Dougherty in Contemporary Novelists,“Bukowski has gained popularity, in a sense, through word of mouth.”“The main character in his poems and short stories, which are largely autobiographical, is usually a down-and-out writer [Henry Chinaski] who spends his time working at marginal jobs (and getting fired from them), getting drunk and making love with a succession of bimbos and floozies,” related Ciotti. “Otherwise, he hangs out with fellow losers—whores, pimps, alcoholics, drifters.” Bukowski es un autor común en mis lecturas. Con este libro ya son cinco libros suyos reseñados en el blog. Este volumen hace parte de la edición de Tales of Ordinary Madness, que al traducirlo al español se dividió en tres volúmenes de relatos: Se busca una mujer, La máquina de follar y el que reseño el día de hoy. Este es el primero que se publicó en español y contiene una variedad de relatos del autor. But what I find hard to swallow, is the repetitive term of "honest" to describe Bukowski's work. Honest about what, exactly? Imagine for a second you found out that Anna Franks journal was a less autobiographical work than we have thought until now, and there was more fiction in there...yeah, she was in Holland during the Nazi occupation, but she spent her time in the local cinema watching movies and eating popcorn. Wouldnt you feel somewhat cheated? show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I’ll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.” leaving that building he got the same free and wonderful feeling he got every time he was fired or when he quit a job. leaving that building, leaving them in there – ‘you’ve found a home, Skorski. you never had it so good!’ no matter how shitty the job was, the workers always told him that.”

The book itself popped up pretty suddenly during a rambling nightwalk in Oxford. It was left in a plastic bag in the gloomy St Ebbes Road next to a van selling smelly junk food. Bukowski published his first story when he was twenty-four and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. His first book of poetry was published in 1959; he went on to publish more than forty-five books of poetry and prose, including Pulp (1994), Screams from the Balcony (1993), and The Last Night of the Earth Poems (1992).

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I had some crazy idea of getting up out of a trench and walking forward into gunfire until I was killed.) About Bukowski, you are right, I got the names mixed up, there's a Joe Blanchard and a Martin Blanchard, it flew below the radar. I guess I agree with you: he's not my cup of tea at all, I've been reading his work for a few weeks, wondering why he's regarded a cult author, wondering where's the big deal. In 1972, City Lights published Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions, and General Tales of Ordinary Madness, the first collection of Bukowski short stories to ever appear in print. In 1983, City Lights republished the book, but split into two separate collections: Tales of Ordinary Madness and The Most Beautiful Woman in Town & Other Stories, both of which remain in print today. Best Quotes from the Charles Bukowski Book Tales of Ordinary Madness

Sometimes Bukowski makes himself a MC and sometimes he writes about others. At some point, I couldn't stand anymore his self loathing. He says many times that he considers himself the ugliest man. Besides, I'm biased towards Mr Bukowski. The thing is that an ex short-time girlfriend of mine adored this guy. So when she decided we couldn't work together, I removed three things from my life: by the way, next Wednesday night we’re having a party of doctors and artists and writers. I want to invite you. will you come? outside were the parked cars, and the people walking around. none of them read poetry, talked poetry, wrote poetry. for once the masses looked very reasonable to me.”En estos diecinueve relatos, Bukowski muestra la vida de los bajos fondos que tan bien conoce: el lado sórdido del sexo, que es la vez una maldición y un deseo constante; el alcohol como el único consuelo ante una vida llena de privaciones y aburrimiento y desilusiones; la violencia normalizada dentro y fuera de los crímenes, y también la frustración de un escritor que ya es reconocido pero aun así casi nunca tiene dinero (y si lo tiene es poco, y lo gasta en alcohol y sexo, pero sobre todo en alcohol). En las novelas de Charles Bukowski los protagonistas son casi siempre alcohólicos y prostitutas vagas que de una frenética sociedad estadounidense viven separados. De opinión personal, como ya se mencionó en otras ocasiones, leer un libro o una docena de libros no hace mucha diferencia. El poeta novelista estadounidense o se desprecia o se convierte en un ídolo y desde el primer libro el lector comienza a amarlo. The thing is that nobody asked Bukowski to become Bukowski, ie, an author obsessed about booze, sleazy sex , and horse-racing, he chose to do that out of his free will, nobody put a gun on his head and forced him to. And he decided to document all those anecdotes and experiences so the rest of us could enjoy. Fine. But I just find it weird all this ambiguity, so many identity games like if he just dared to suggest in a confuse way that there was a part of himself in Henry Chinaski but he didnt have the balls to go all the way...it's a bit like a white noise attitude.

Exceptional stories that come pounding out of Bukowski's violent and depraved life. Horrible and holy, you cannot read them and ever come away the same again.This collection of stories was once part of the 1972 City Lights classic, Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness. That book was later split into two volumes and republished: The Most Be Since I love this collection, and this forum is filled with experts, I was just wondering if anyone could shed light on my questions to satisfy my love of Buk lore and trivia. Thanks in advance. The good thing about this book was that it is accurate even today, 40 years or more after the day it was written. You can meet the same characters on the streets. I am halfway through this short story collection, and noticed a few things which I'd like to clarify. I had some questions about the original City Lights edition of Buk's short stories 'Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness'. This is hands down my favorite single collection of Buk writings.Library Journal, July, 1999, William Gargan, review of Reach for the Sun: Selected Letters, 1978-1994, p. 89. Autobiographical fiction is an oximoron, dont you think? As you said, if the stories weren't highly entertaining no one would give a damn if they were true or not. Still, I have to confess how these short stories are a good and naughty fun. (The one with the man becoming a dildo is so damn nasty!). I am glad to see there's balanced and educated people like yourself among Buk's fan, you raise the average. It Catches My Heart in Its Hands: New and Selected Poems, 1955-1963, Loujon Press (New Orleans, LA), 1963.