I have been a fan of Charles Bukowski’s poetry for years. He’s one of the few poets I read voluntarily. Bukowski stands out because I have a stockpile of his books collected over the eons. The photo in this post is my evidence.
I naturally prefer his poetry over prose. The later poems over the early works. Yet I have two copies of his novel “Post Office”. The answer to “Why” question continues to evade me. I read his poems by grabbing a book at random and letting chance decide which poem the pages flip to. Its add a nice bit of zen to the day. Utterly removed from the fascist order of ebooks.
Typically this sort of thing happens at odd moments. When “wait time” don’t actually give you enough minutes to do anything other than read a snippet of something. Like a vodka after coming in from a Siberian winter night, a shot of Bukowski fits a bill nicely.
Do you have an writer/book shelf that does something similar ? Send me a link to a photo of it.