Title: I hate poetry, so naturally Bukowski's poetry works for me
Product review: I love Bukowski's fiction, its straightforward, unadorned, yet precise diction, and its degraded, yet implacable hero(es?).Poetry, to me, has always seemed a florid waste of time, and a lazy man's game. It seems like shorthand at its best moments.But I can't get over the fact that this guy, while making fun of the form, is able to nail his little portraits with alarming consistency.Some of these, like "My Ivy League Friends," are narrative, mean and straight.Others, still eschewing metaphor, are humming, man-shaped bells, like "No Help For That."There are some duds, and I won't bother pointing to them because they'll be obvious when you come to them.But, I like this guy a lot. He's real, even when he does his best to avoid it.
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