A poem should be written so that a whore, a stockbroker, a garbage collector, an aviator, a jockey, a baker, a child molester, a saint, a fool and a genius can understand it.
If you’re familiar with Bukowski’s work, you know how much he adhered to that philosophy.
That’s the inscription in one of my Bukowski first editions. In this month’s column over at the Undie Press, I discuss Bukowski’s talent for inscribing and also say some unflattering things about a beloved, dead author. Enjoy!
If you haven’t already done so, click to the comments in my last post and read JZ’s fascinating history lesson. It’s got more gravitas than anything I’ve written here.