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charles bukowski, factotum, ham on rye, henry chinaski, notes of a dirty old man, pigflu, post office, sublime, tales of ordinary madness, tim steiner, wim delvoye, women
Charles Bukowski – Image stolen from the Internet.
I hope you all are doing well. I’m still brokeback mountain. Without the mountain and without the gay. I went to see the professor who will operate my back on the 22nd of February. So, I’m medicated, reasonably invalid and at home for some time to come. The professor agreed to having the entire operation photo documented. How perfect is that. Opening the artwork, fiddling around a little and then sowing that sucker up again. Close-ups. Going to look amazing. Until then, I’m here virtua-communicating with friend and foe. For obvious reasons, there isn’t much going on with the ‘TIM’ project, but still I feel like blogelingeling. I hate Christmas. I hate the pre-festivities starting in October. Santa Claus and the ‘Christkind’ can go and fuck each other. Financial crisis? Pigflu? Four people have died in Switzerland to this date. 75 have shown severe side effects to the vaccination. Oh yeah, ‘Democracy Capital’ has turned out to be a bunch of ignorant, tower fearing freaks. Polanski. Are you feeling the omnipresent insanity? You should go out and buy some presents. But don’t cough.
Charles Bukowski – Image stolen from the Internet.
When I was twelve years old I saw a very weird old and drunk man reading poetry on TV. Had never seen anything like it. I was all Michael Jackson, Miami Vice and 90210 back then. A few weeks later my dad went on a business trip and I asked him if he could bring me back some books by Charles Bukowski. Mood change. Shock. No way. So I hunted him down myself. I know now that I was too young. But the ‘Buk’ is the true forgotten King. If I can think of any artist that did not get the widespread recognition he deserved then ‘Hank’ is the one. Charles Bukowski was real. He was a wounded lion that was always dangerous, evil, genius and loving. You have to read the stories of ‘Henry Chinaski’. It’s a struggle. You’ll suffer. You’ll be disgusted by this monster. You’ll judge. But keep going and then you suddenly get it. I wept like a broken hearted lady when I got it. Start with ‘Post Office’, ‘Women’ or ‘Factotum’. Then some short stories from ‘Tales of Ordinary Madness’ and ‘Notes of a Dirty Old Man’. If you make it this far, lock yourself up somewhere and read ‘Ham on Rye’ in one go. Then dive into his poetry. Bukowski has been by my side for over 20 years and I am blessed to have his work in my life. Charles Bukowski scared the shit out of the literary crew. He wrote at the same time as the ‘Beats’, but he was never one of them. He was somewhere else. A loner without fear. Always right here. Charles Bukowski fought life. I think in the end he won by Knock-out.
Charles Bukowski – Image stolen from the Internet.
I think for the next few days I’ll share my favorite artists with you. Why? Why not? I hope that all of you who are reading this are doing well and that life is treating you respectfully. Medication and weed. Pretty stoned. There’s an article about ‘WimTim’ coming in the ‘Tages Anzeiger’, the local Zürich newspaper soon. Pretty nervous. Home territory. I’m listening to ‘Sublime’ right now. Very nice too. Adieu. – TIM
“Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.” – Charles Bukowski