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The only thing that mattered to her was that she believed herself. They all thought she killed him. Killed him lovely, reduced him to a miniscule yet grandiose dust mite. Murde
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on 40,000 by Charles Bukowski, on March 16, 2005Wow...poetry like this makes me believe that no one - absolutely no one -- can write like Bukowski. He is in a class all his own.
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on Poem from Burma by George Orwell, on March 12, 2005After reading Charles Bukowski's work, this just didn't do it for me.
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on It's Ours by Charles Bukowski, on March 12, 2005I hate it when people analyze a poem down to nothing; this should just be drunken in -- of course this could mean anything -- that's blatanly obvious..but there doesn't seem to be a lot of appreciation here.
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on Nice Guy by Charles Bukowski, on March 12, 2005Man...I'm getting addicted to Bukowski's work...it's just amazing..
