Charles Bukowski – A Wandering Minstrel

air and light and time and space

In another post, I talked about the impact Charles Bukowski had on my conception of poetry and how I write. One of his poems—“air and light and time and space”—has always stuck with me; at some point in the last year I realized it has long been part of my philosophy of writing, albeit subconsciously.ContinueContinue reading “air and light and time and space”

Going Out—Bukowski

I don’t know how I came across Charles Bukowski, but he was the first prose poet I read, and it was a revelation. Here was a guy that was just talking—no meter, no rhyme, no hifalutin language. Just talking and often telling wild stories about his depraved life in the city. I had never readContinueContinue reading “Going Out—Bukowski”