lidia’s Reviews > The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 > Status Update

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.