I wish I’d written this. I almost wish Bukowski‘d written this, but then it wouldn’t be quite as cool. In fact Ray Carver wrote it – in circumstances I do not know. But he brilliantly captures both Bukowski’s voice and his own in one single piece. I don’t understand how he did it; but if […]
I wish I’d written this.
I almost wish Bukowski‘d written this, but then it wouldn’t be quite as cool.
In fact Ray Carver wrote it – in circumstances I do not know. But he brilliantly captures both Bukowski’s voice and his own in one single piece. I don’t understand how he did it; but if you’ve heard Hank read, you know the tone, and this piece hums with it.
Bukowski’s one of my personal heros. I know many writers who say the same of Carver; and yes, he’s brilliant, yet I’ve not truly found him yet, i’ve not gotten in a deep and fundamental sense why people love him the way they do. Possibly I need to write twenty or thirty more short stories to get it.
That aside – You Don’t know What Love is.