I designed the image above using one of my favorite images of the late and great poet deadbeat laureate master, Henry Charles Bukowski. Being that Bukowski is one of my top three favorite authors of all time, I think of August 16th as something of a holiday.
And so: I took the day off work, didn’t get out of bed until noon, found a copy of his book Women at Half Price Books to add to my ever-growing Bukowski collection, and am finishing my day with a few brews.
So at the risk of sounding dramatic, here’s a drink to your old bones that I still dream of, Chinaski.Jessica J. Johnston
The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves. — Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye