Tag Archives: Charles Bukowski

Work All the Jobs

“Worked in slaughterhouse, dog biscuit factory, Di Pinna’s of Miami beach, copy boy on the New Orleans’ Item, blood bank in Frisco, hung posters in New York subways 40 feet below the sky drunk hopping beautiful golden third rails, cotton in Berdo, tomatoes; shipping clerk, truck driver, horseplayer ordinary, holder down of barstools throughout a dull alarmclock nation, supported by shackjob whores; foreman for American newsco., New York, Sears-Roebuck stock boy, gas station attendant, mailman…”

—Charles Bukowski, from the forthcoming On Writing

(Via Lit Hub.)

Don’t Do It

Now, some people hate this kind of thing. They feel like it desecrates the artist or the work or both. But I don’t know, I sort of love it when it’s done well, as I think this is. As Marshall McLuhan once said, “Advertising is the greatest art form of the twentieth century.” Doesn’t make me want to buy the Scotch though. It did, however, make me want to read the full poem.

(Via.)

Let It Kill You

(Via Ryan Plett.)