our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together sleeping

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~Raw With Love, Charles Bukowski

Not the nicest human being ever, but he wrote some really fantastic poetry.  The first time I encountered Bukowski was my freshman year of college at Michigan State.  A pretentious young man with a beard, intent on getting into my pants, loaned me a book.  No, it didn’t work, if you’re wondering.  And Bukowski, from everything I’ve heard, was a huge misogynist.

Not so many years later, Johnette Napolitano, having taken a break from Concrete Blonde to form Pretty & Twisted, put Bukowski’s Singing is Fire to music.  It is one of my favorite songs to this day.

I never did watch Barfly though.

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