somewhere in his copious corpus,
bukowski has a poem fantasizing
about being plucked from obscurity
by erudite benefactors who whisk
him away to a literary shangri-la.
i got a taste of that when i received
an email out of the blue asking me
to contribute to a buk centenary
chapbook tribute. the editors had
seen my first and only post to a buk
forum--and ensuing kerfuffle when i
butted heads with the forum's butthead
moderator. they liked my moxie!
charles bukowski is a polarizing figure.
some say he's a misogynist, but what i
find refreshing and necessary is his equal
opportunity misanthropy. in a world
plagued by humanity's failings, his
eyed critiques have been a solace since
day i first stumbled upon his work....