date started: 1.12.2014
date completed: 1.30.2014
i'm a poetry snob, and you should know that right away. i studied the classics--everything from homer and virgil--up through the greats of the renaissance like wyatt, spenser, and sydney. i have a soft spot for metaphysical poets like donne and for whitman. poetry is something i revere and cling to.
bukowski is a terrible, brilliant poet. i want to hate him for the terrible things he does to verse, but i just find myself intoxicated with the solid reality of his poems. his bitterness and condemnation of love and life are--well--awesome.
i want to hate this type of poetry because it flies in the face of all the poets i have studied, loved, and respected, but i kind of love this, too. and why not? at the very least, it's good fun.
probable next read: BZRK by michael grant