I've read several of Bukowski's novels and never enjoyed them. I've read two of his short story collections and liked a few of the stories but wasn't overly impressed.
However, I've long been a fan of his poetry. I hadn't read anything of his for years so I was excited when a friend gave me several of his books of poetry for my birthday.
Unfortunately, I didn't enjoy this collection at all. As in, there wasn't a single poem of 159 poems that struck me. This really read like a man who was just spitting out words to make some cash. Very disappointing.
My 'favorite' poem isn't even one I liked much, though it was better than the rest of the drivel in this collection.
my friend william
my friend William is a fortunate man :
he lacks the imagination to suffer
he kept his first job
his first wife
can drive a car 50,000 miles
without a brake job
he dances like a swan
and has the prettiest blackest eyes
this side of El Paso
his garden is a paradise
the heels of his shoes are always level
and his handshake is firm
people love him
when my friend William dies
it will hardly be from madness or cancer
he'll walk right past the devil
into heaven
you'll see him at the party tonight
grinning
over his martini
blissful and delightful
as some guy
fucks his wife in the
bathroom.
3/10
YTD:
Books read : 14
Pages read : 4,475
Currently reading : One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez & History Matters : Conversations on History and Politics by Howard Zinn
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