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This is what makes Bukowski stand out, this is what I value most, in his own words:

I have an honesty self-born of whores and hospitals
that will not allow me to pretend to be something which I am not—

Motherfucker of my kindle decided to update as though it weren’t older than a decade and it could do it anyways halfway through a good poem, this is why we use paper, pals. Now it’s just lingering on the blank. Fuck.

There’s a certain point when reading poetry that one has to stop, when the words become a mesh you run your fingers through and nothing makes sense.

Needed to read something that felt alive, tangible, plain and honest and close to home.