Title: A reflective book of poetry
Product review: I hate poetry, but I love Buk's poems. This book is written in a more hesitant thought out manner. It seems as if Buk got sentimental for a period and the result is a book of poetry that seems mostly retrospective. These poems seem less emotional and more calm. Yet at times his poems recount hilarious antecdotes and reveal his retrospective insights concerning them. In one poem, Bukowski comments on people complaining that his recent poem's lack of urgency. I got the mental image of Bukowski aging alone and wondering why he isn't dead yet. This is a book of non-urgent slow moving beautiful poems. To put it in simplist terms, I recomend it.
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