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A Void To Avoid There is only one final judge of writing and that is the writer.
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2nd reject from Birmingham, ad read: rants, raves, anything that burns and humps your leg maybe I need to have PMS pyromania or be Joan Rivers' dog on viagra "1st batch kicked ass, but too Bukowskish" 2nd batch "your story made my rainy day in Alambama, BUT was over the top Bukowsko, I'll have to pass" Editor sent me his chap, it's more Buk than me or it's more me than Buk I was in the army when he resided in daddy's little squirt, he writes "P.S. I'm from Sturgeon Bay, brother" I think he meant homey Obviously he didn't read my cover bio, I'm from New Mexico, I know the zip code, 54235 of S.B. only because I've worked where Buk worked, the p.o. for 17 calendars His poetry isn't bad, in fact it's damn good, I never blow smoke too bad I don't have a mag I'll bet he likes banjo music and cheese This is a last chance with no chance, if he doesn't print this, I'll have a vodka/7, write more poems that seem like Buk. |
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Charles Bukowski 9-26-91