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Formato
Brossura
Pagine
164
Lingua
Inglese
Pubblicato
Nov 26, 2015
Editore
CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN-10
1519546068
ISBN-13
9781519546067
Descrizione
Poems inspired by (and many about) the late, great Charles Bukowski (1920-1994). A touching tribute to Buk that captures the self-inflicted madness of the poet in all of us. The 120 poems 1) the creative struggle, 2) anger, loneliness, and despair, and 3) life, death, and beyond. Nothing is sacred. Jackson Dean Chase's poetry is raw, honest, and real in a way that will haunt you forever. Includes 120 sad, funny, shocking poems like "Death March to the Food Bank," "This Dusty Soul," and "Bukowski's Ghost." Buy it and buckle up for the ride of your life! Be sure to check out Love at the Bottom of the Litter Bukowski, Cats, and Me , Book 2 in Jackson's Raw Underground Poetry series. SAMPLE "ANOTHER WASTED NIGHT" I am drunk on regret, on knowing I'll never be good enough. This diner is old, comforting, like my mother's hands. I slide into a booth and order fries wanting to taste love, wanting to taste anything but what I feel right now.
"TRUE POEMS" True poems are not They must murder some part of you while giving birth to another...
FROM THE People love me. People hate me. And I do a little of both. What you are about to read is my personal poetry. Words I bled for, words I own as much as they own me. With them, you can see not just into the deepest part of my soul, but into your own darkness, your own light. You might be surprised what you find. Life is pain, life is love. It's also short, and I'm tired of wasting mine hiding from the world. I want to share myself. I want to be with you now, in this moment. And so I am.
"TRUE POEMS" True poems are not They must murder some part of you while giving birth to another...
FROM THE People love me. People hate me. And I do a little of both. What you are about to read is my personal poetry. Words I bled for, words I own as much as they own me. With them, you can see not just into the deepest part of my soul, but into your own darkness, your own light. You might be surprised what you find. Life is pain, life is love. It's also short, and I'm tired of wasting mine hiding from the world. I want to share myself. I want to be with you now, in this moment. And so I am.
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