I knew Bukowski a bit when I worked at Black Sparrow Press in the early 70s. He used to make vulgar comments to my sister. Just for the hell of it. He was an ok guy.
That sounds like Bukowski...I'm not a big fan of his short stories but I do like his poems. They are vulgar but I like that. I love that he does that with something that's supposed to be sublime.
And mostly, when I saw this shot, it reminded of Bukowski.
I cried over the newspaper when I read, at the UNAM gates, that he had died. At some point in my life I read all his stuff.
I can't believe you worked at Black Sparrow, John. We fanboys tend to idealize everything, so that's quite an anecdote.
I wouldn't say that I like Bukowski's stuff anymore, but I can't deny his work taught me that anyone could be a writer, and that writing does not necessarily make you a good human being.
E, I worked ab Black Sparrow 1973-1975. My brother was the shipping dept; I was the office. We worked in a little guest house behind a residence; the people who owned the place were friends of John Martin. It was fun working with John, he thought he knew everything. The one and only day we did NOT come in high he accused my brother of "being on drugs". I met a number of interesting poets besides Bukowski, including Clayton Eshleman and Michael McClure. And this was where I first saw the work of Kathy Acker - the great Kathy Acker - in the little home made booklets of Black Tarantula tales she'd put together ...
Oh, and I should add one more Black Sparrow story for you, Ginger, since you are a religious studies person. I also saw a little pamphlet of poems by someone I don't remember which described the holy trinity in a way I could - for the first time - understand. He compared it to the human ass. Two cheeks and a crack that wouldn't exist without the cheeks ... How's that for theology??
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I knew Bukowski a bit when I worked at Black Sparrow Press in the early 70s. He used to make vulgar comments to my sister. Just for the hell of it. He was an ok guy.
That sounds like Bukowski...I'm not a big fan of his short stories but I do like his poems. They are vulgar but I like that. I love that he does that with something that's supposed to be sublime.
And mostly, when I saw this shot, it reminded of Bukowski.
I cried over the newspaper when I read, at the UNAM gates, that he had died. At some point in my life I read all his stuff.
I can't believe you worked at Black Sparrow, John. We fanboys tend to idealize everything, so that's quite an anecdote.
I wouldn't say that I like Bukowski's stuff anymore, but I can't deny his work taught me that anyone could be a writer, and that writing does not necessarily make you a good human being.
E, I worked ab Black Sparrow 1973-1975. My brother was the shipping dept; I was the office. We worked in a little guest house behind a residence; the people who owned the place were friends of John Martin. It was fun working with John, he thought he knew everything. The one and only day we did NOT come in high he accused my brother of "being on drugs". I met a number of interesting poets besides Bukowski, including Clayton Eshleman and Michael McClure. And this was where I first saw the work of Kathy Acker - the great Kathy Acker - in the little home made booklets of Black Tarantula tales she'd put together ...
Oh, and I should add one more Black Sparrow story for you, Ginger, since you are a religious studies person. I also saw a little pamphlet of poems by someone I don't remember which described the holy trinity in a way I could - for the first time - understand. He compared it to the human ass. Two cheeks and a crack that wouldn't exist without the cheeks ... How's that for theology??
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