Title: The Pleasures of the Damned
Author: Charles Bukowski
Type: Poetry
Page Count/Review Word Count: 506
Rating: 8/10
Charles Bukowski – The Pleasures of the Damned
This book promises ‘the best of the best of Bukowski‘, and it certainly doesn’t disappoint – then again, at over 500 pages, there’s a lot in there to choose from. However, there’s some new stuff too – some of the material was first published here, and its covers contain a sizable amount of the great poet’s work between his early, formative years and his final days, dying of leukemia after a lifetime of heavy drinking.
And, for once, the editor is almost as qualified as Bukowski himself to bring the collection together – his name is John Martin, and he was the editor of the Black Sparrow Press, which you might have heard of. If you’re in to poetry, odds are that you’ve read one of their books.
Now, I’ve got to admit here that so much, so far, is explained in the back of the book, but I figured that with 500 words I had the time to cover the blurb. Besides, it’s relevant. There’s just one quote in particular that I’d like to dwell on, though – Leonard Cohen said: ‘He brought everybody down to earth, even the angels.’ I think that’s a fair summary.
Charles Bukowski
Bukowski’s work is always unique, he just has a certain style that nobody else can imitate, though many have tried. He just writes about his everyday life, a life which generally consists of a mixture of bad jobs, women, booze, horses and unsavory and unhygienic situations.
It’s in the way that he says so much about himself by just illustrating a snapshot of the events that occur in his alcohol-riddled day-to-day life. He does it with lines like: “I think of devils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom angrily switches the light on and off.”
Bukowski’s poetry is kind on the mind, it’s both easy to read and highly intellectual, and the ever-present ghost of Hank Chinaski threads through all of his work like the mirror that it is. At times, we get rare glimpses of the pressure of being a writer: ‘A great writer remains in bed, shades down, doesn’t want to see anyone, doesn’t want to write anymore, doesn’t want to try anymore; the editors and publishers wonder: some say he’s insane, some say he’s dead; his wife now answers all the mail: “… he does not wish to …” and some others even walk up and down outside his house, look at the pulled-down shades; some even go up and ring the bell.’
Bukowski is an interesting character, a man with many faces, most of which are drunk. I strongly suggest that you check out some of his work and consider investing in a copy – once you find out just how he lived his life, you’ll wonder how he managed to survive in to his seventies and how such an old, cynical soul could have such a poetic voice.
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