I found Bukowski several years ago and immediately thought - a kindred spirit.

I haven't spent years lost in a bottle, nor can I talk about "whores" with the ease that familiarity brings, but still - his stuff resonates with me. That longing to be taken seriously for what I am saying in the way I am saying it.

My take is that he viewed life without a filter. He didn't think of loneliness and then find some way "other" of writing about it - he tapped into the emptiness and heartache that loneliness brings and put that on paper.

I keep a book of his poems next to me desk and when I'm feeling annoyed or worse - ignored - I read some of his poems. They usually stoke the fires and channel the anger and away I go.

Cheers, George. Good stuff here. 👍😊