No, it's a fantastic reading by one of the greatest poets of the 20th century, His Highness Hank Buk!
This one was actually recorded in 1966 and later issued on Steve Richmond's Earth Records in 1977. There were supposedly 500 copies but, considering how few turn up for sale, I suspect that number may be inflated.
Bukowski reads segments from his books and has a few other great rants as well!
It's easy to suspect when listening to these recordings that the man was quite drunk when he made them! What a shocker!
A real collectors item. Fantastic material from probably our favourite writer of all!
Stupid & Contagious
This one was actually recorded in 1966 and later issued on Steve Richmond's Earth Records in 1977. There were supposedly 500 copies but, considering how few turn up for sale, I suspect that number may be inflated.
Bukowski reads segments from his books and has a few other great rants as well!
It's easy to suspect when listening to these recordings that the man was quite drunk when he made them! What a shocker!
A real collectors item. Fantastic material from probably our favourite writer of all!
Stupid & Contagious
Delirium tremens; Bukowski styla.
Vomitarte en un papel, para luego limpiarte los bigotes insultando a un público que odiabas; que te amaban y que bebían a destajo llegando al éxtasis mientras te bajabas tambaleandote de un escenario sin altura ni amplificación. Que no eras tú, ni Chinasky, sino otro que hacía el trabajo por ti.
Pornonográficamente olcultáste tu verdad de solitario y temeroso; cachero y alcohólico.
Pornonográficamente olcultáste tu verdad de solitario y temeroso; cachero y alcohólico.
Hey, hijo de puta,
levántate de tus rodillas de mierda
que te voy a dar cintazos otra vez.
¿qué es eso?
¿qué dices?
¡te voy a matar! para de llorar, mierda.
está bien, tiramos tu auto al mar
y violamos a tu hija
pero sólo estamos extendiendo las posibilidades
de un realismo en funcionamiento, ¡cállate!, dije
que cualquier hombre debe estar listo para
cualquier cosa y si no lo está
entonces no es ni un hombre ni un chivo expiatorio
ni una notita ni una hoja de planta,
deberías haber sabido la totalitad de la trampa , estúpido,
el amor significa eventual dolor
la victoria significa eventual derrota
la gracia significa eventual impureza
no hay salida...
(del poema La Nariz)
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Collecting Bukowski
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Cigarette Sessions: Bukowski