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Wybór poezji Charlesa Bukowskiego, opracowany przez Tadeusza Nyczka, który swój wstęp do tej książki zatytułował „Poezje starego świntucha”. Gratka dla miłośników Bukowskiego, tego lirycznego „literackiego rozrabiaki”.
- GenresPoetry
408 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2014
About the author
Charles Bukowski
893 books30.6k followersHenry Charles Bukowski (born as Heinrich Karl Bukowski) was a German-born American poet, novelist and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.It is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books
Charles Bukowski was the only child of an American soldier and a German mother. At the age of three, he came with his family to the United States and grew up in Los Angeles. He attended Los Angeles City College from 1939 to 1941, then left school and moved to New York City to become a writer. His lack of publishing success at this time caused him to give up writing in 1946 and spurred a ten-year stint of heavy drinking. After he developed a bleeding ulcer, he decided to take up writing again. He worked a wide range of jobs to support his writing, including dishwasher, truck driver and loader, mail carrier, guard, gas station attendant, stock boy, warehouse worker, shipping clerk, post office clerk, parking lot attendant, Red Cross orderly, and elevator operator. He also worked in a dog biscuit factory, a slaughterhouse, a cake and cookie factory, and he hung posters in New York City subways.
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).
He died of leukemia in San Pedro on March 9, 1994.
Charles Bukowski was the only child of an American soldier and a German mother. At the age of three, he came with his family to the United States and grew up in Los Angeles. He attended Los Angeles City College from 1939 to 1941, then left school and moved to New York City to become a writer. His lack of publishing success at this time caused him to give up writing in 1946 and spurred a ten-year stint of heavy drinking. After he developed a bleeding ulcer, he decided to take up writing again. He worked a wide range of jobs to support his writing, including dishwasher, truck driver and loader, mail carrier, guard, gas station attendant, stock boy, warehouse worker, shipping clerk, post office clerk, parking lot attendant, Red Cross orderly, and elevator operator. He also worked in a dog biscuit factory, a slaughterhouse, a cake and cookie factory, and he hung posters in New York City subways.
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).
He died of leukemia in San Pedro on March 9, 1994.
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January 20, 2017
Są momenty wzlotów ponad przeciętność, by zaraz upaść na samo dno. W sumie chyba podobnie było z jego życiem.
December 6, 2022
Mizogina Bukowskiego nie szokuje, ale jest zwyczajnie męcząca. W tomiku może i dałoby to radę, ale w tak dużym zbiorze staje się to nie do wytrzymania.
December 26, 2022
Poezja Bukowskiego jest jak tekstu piosenek Lany del Rey, jak Stracone Pokolenie, jak... Co ja gadam, jego teksty są całkowicie inne. To wiersze starego zboka i pijaka, ale pijaka wbrew pozorom inteligentnego, wrażliwego, a chwilami i sarkastycznie zabawnego. Lubię się smucić do jego wierszy, są bardzo proste.
Albo ich nie rozumiem, ale jestem zdania, że wierszy nie trzeba rozumieć, tylko czuć
Albo ich nie rozumiem, ale jestem zdania, że wierszy nie trzeba rozumieć, tylko czuć
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