Charles Bukowski. Iconic. Unique, original, prolific. What he wanted to say, he said. He wrote tremendous numbers of stories, poetry, and what he wrote, he wrote without shame,
in a clean, terse style. In fact, his style was the only clean thing
about his writing. He wrote about the track, about women, gambling,
skid row, depression, obsession and cooked up the seedy side of life so
well that despite his base content, he rose above it with his prose. It's Buk's bday! Looks like he's got an exotic wager on his hands...
Happy birthday, Buk! And, thanks to Elephant Journal for pointing out the photo above and alerting us to his birthday. Thanks, also, to Chris "Jag" Calnan, for marking it up
with his attempt at 'apropos Bukowski "poetry"'.