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S'està carregant… Slouching Toward Nirvana: New Poemsde Charles Bukowski
   Cap No hi ha cap discussió a Converses sobre aquesta obra.   ) untraveller | Dec 31, 2015 |  Whether it is real or not, Bukowski's writing is uncomfortable to me in all the ways that poetry ought to be. It is rough and the sound is ordinary, but the depth of it is easy to see after only a few poems. I don't want to say that there are hidden meanings or, worse, teachable moments in here, so much as I want to say that I keep sinking into the pieces and they change my mind. If a professor does come around the corner to admonish me, I'll hit him upside his head with the book and tell him to beat it before I kick his ass. (  )2  brianfay | Dec 28, 2006 |
 Bukowski’s free verse is really a series of declarative sentences broken up into a long, narrow column, the short lines giving an impression of speed and terseness even when the language is sentimental or clichéd. The effect is as though some legendary tough guy, a cross between Philip Marlowe and Paul Bunyan, were to take the barstool next to you, buy a round, and start telling his life story... Death has not put a dent in Bukowski’s productivity; this is his ninth posthumous book of poems, and there are more to come. Nor has it changed his style: these “new poems” are just like the old poems, perhaps a shade more repetitive, but not immediately recognizable as second-rate work or leftovers... Even at his most unheroic, he is the hero of his stories and poems, always demanding the reader’s covert approval. That is why he is so easy to love, especially for novice readers with little experience of the genuine challenges of poetry; and why, for more demanding readers, he remains so hard to admire.
"Charles Bukowski is one of America's best-known contemporary writers of poetry and prose, and, many would claim, its most influential and imitated poet. He was born in Andernach, Germany, to an American soldier father and a German mother in 1920, and brought to the United States at the age of three. He was raised in Los Angeles and lived there for fifty years. He published his first story in 1944 when he was twenty-four and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. He died in San Pedro, California, on March 9, 1994, at the age of seventy-three, shortly after completing his last novel, Pulp (1994)."--Jacket. No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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