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By Charles Bukowski

EISBN-13: 978-0-06-194267-9

A quantity of never-before-collected poems from America’s so much imitated and influential poet

In the literary pantheon, Charles Bukowski is still a counterculture icon. A hard-drinking wild guy of literature, a obdurate outsider to the poetry global, he has struck a chord with generations of readers, writing uncooked, tricky poetry approximately booze, paintings, and ladies that speaks to his fanatics as being "real" and, just like the paintings of the Beats, even dangerous.

Edited via his longtime writer John Martin of Black Sparrow Press, The continuous Condition contains extra of this legend's never-before-collected poems.

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Have we fed the cats? ” I received away from bed and went to the rest room. there has been not anyone within the rest room simply myself. it used to be a so much friendly and respectable feeling. I did what I needed to do and got here out. she was once sitting up in mattress anticipating me. “you simply drink,” she stated, “you simply drink and drink. you can’t face humans. ” “that’s true,” I acknowledged. “my god! ” she acknowledged leaning again on her pillow. I climbed into mattress beside her. and he or she climbed out of mattress and went to the rest room and that i lay there and suggestion the folks are long past all of the individuals are long past i will breathe and i will stretch my legs and no-one is speaking approximately whatever. and from my position at the mattress i may glance out of the window and that i may well see the tops of bushes and i'll see the beautiful bridge and it appeared like a pretty solid day moderate and actual sufficient and that i pulled the blankets up over myself and stretched out contented and unfastened ultimately till I heard the rest room flush. down the hatch the god-damned ants have come marching the following and are mountain climbing into my wine. I drink them down. the images of my girlfriend’s god are far and wide: within the rest room within the living room his face fills the partitions. he by no means spoke approximately or touched cash. he died 7 or eight years in the past. her god. at the present time she went to a spiritual retreat to worship him. I went to the racetrack and gained $97. this night she went to a live performance through Devo a few type of rock or punk workforce or new wave track. I sit down the following ingesting wine and ants. and that i hold considering, shit, all of the girls I meet are easily loopy one by one they're basic and loopy: legs, mouths, brains, buttocks, ears, toes all wasted on them. even the ants recognize extra. I drink them and with them. this is often what's referred to as a confessional poem. tragedy? the cat sprayed on my computing device and knocked it out. now I’m again to the outdated typer. it’s more durable. it may well deal with cat spray, spilled beer and wine, cigarette and cigar ashes, damned close to every little thing. jogs my memory of myself. welcome again, outdated boy, from the outdated boy. hearing the radio at 1:35 a. m. I change the station: a guy performs the piano in grand style. elsewhere there are great houses at the ocean shore the place you could take your drink out at the veranda and stand relaxed and watch the waves take heed to the waves crashing in the dead of night and but even as you could think crappy there too— similar to me now having a puppy struggle battling for my lifestyles inside of those four partitions 20 miles inland. excellent silence all these smoldering eyes all that candy figuring out all that mascara all these jewelry all these hot our bodies will now cross in different places. I discover that i'd be lacking my ultimate probability by means of leaving the telephone off the hook. now I merely mobilephone out for an ambulance, firemen or the police. I’m again to the place i used to be years in the past: I don’t are looking to pay attention the excellent news of the human voice. I maintain it off the hook. i'm now now not for whom the bell tolls permit it toll for you.

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