“This is Charles Bukowski. Well, let me just sit here and drink beer.” Thus begins the September 14, 1972 poetry reading from which this 1980 release on John Fahey’s Takoma label is drawn. This is quintessential Bukowski, from the rude ‘n’ crude drawing that adorns the front cover to the belches that punctuate the poems. As for the work itself, it’s not really what you’d commonly conceive of as poetry, but rather observations and vignettes drawn from life’s darker side, focusing on perversions, poverty, drunkenness, gambling, and bodily functions. But Bukowski’s bemused air and self-deprecating humor blunt the shock value of the words and emphasize the universality of the themes. “I want you to hate me,” he says to the audience, but it’s hopeless—he is one of us.
Now, Real Gone is celebrating the 100th birthday (8/16/20 is the date) of this larger-than-life figure with a special “vomit vinyl” pressing (of all the bodily functions, this is the one that Bukowski, um, revisited again and again in his writings). Limited to 1000 copies, and sure to go as fast as the author would drain your liquor cabinet.
|A2||Creation Of The Morning Line|
|A4||The Sex Fiends|
|A5||"Love", He Said|
|A6||Piss And Shit|
|A7||The Death Of An Idiot|
|B1||The World's Greatest Loser|
|B2||Last Days Of The Suicide Kid|
|B3||The Shoe Lace|
|B7||The Best Love Poem|