You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
Charles Bukowski examines cats and his childhood in You Get So Alone at Times, a book of poetry that reveals his tender side. The iconic tortured artist/everyman delves into his youth to analyze its repercussions.
“The Walt Whitman of Los Angeles.”—Joyce Carol Oates
“He brought everybody down to earth, even the angels.”—Leonard Cohen, songwriter
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Community Reviews
It's a book of poetry of the authors inner dialogue and thoughts of his experiences and daily life. It can be vulgar and offensive at times, but that is also what makes it so honest and raw. A good read of prose.
I like old man Bukowski more than I like young man Bukowski, but that doesn't mean that I like Bukowski.
He seems to have settled down a bit. He's much less of a pig. I wouldn't say there is a respect for women now, but the whore talk has dwindled.
for those readers now
sick at heart
believing that I'm a contented
man -
please have some
cheer: agony sometimes changes
form
but
it
never ceases for
anybody.
If I have to admire anything, it is his ability to continue going against the grain - critics be damned. There is an awareness with little/no apology. I like to think that I always value honesty but that abrasive (and often rude and demeaning) Bukowski really grated my nerves...if I'm being honest. I like this slightly less brash version with softer truths:
having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
I'll keep reading Bukowski mostly because I went on a blind book spree one night and bought half a dozen thinking I'd adore them.
3 Stars
He seems to have settled down a bit. He's much less of a pig. I wouldn't say there is a respect for women now, but the whore talk has dwindled.
for those readers now
sick at heart
believing that I'm a contented
man -
please have some
cheer: agony sometimes changes
form
but
it
never ceases for
anybody.
If I have to admire anything, it is his ability to continue going against the grain - critics be damned. There is an awareness with little/no apology. I like to think that I always value honesty but that abrasive (and often rude and demeaning) Bukowski really grated my nerves...if I'm being honest. I like this slightly less brash version with softer truths:
having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
I'll keep reading Bukowski mostly because I went on a blind book spree one night and bought half a dozen thinking I'd adore them.
3 Stars
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