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Open All Night [Paperback]

Charles Bukowski
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June 5 2002

These 189 posthumously published new poems take us deeper into the raw, wild vein of Bukowski's that extends from the early 1980s up to the time of his death in 1994.

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During his lifetime, Bukowski (1920-94) acquired a global following for his verse and prose depictions of down-and-outs, small-time gamblers and tormented, ambitious failures in his native Los Angeles. The confrontational post-Beat poet and novelist left behind a vast archive of manuscripts, from which this seventh posthumous book of verse has been drawn. The thick volume (like his other books) includes plenty of casual anecdotes, fiery catalogues of others' woes, and dejected musings on his own persistent drinking, sometime poverty, and mood swings. It includes, too, the off-color language and sexual escapades (some triumphant, most embarrassing) that have always ranked among Bukowski's attractions. His familiar world of "bums and heroes" in "tiny rooms" where "each meal was/ a miracle and/ the week's rent/ more so" comes to the fore quickly, and as usual, there's something to it. Heroes range from anonymous pals to Toulouse-Lautrec and Delmore Schwartz. Some poems examine Bukowski's problematic attitudes toward sex and romance: "no matter what woman I'm with," Bukowski declares in one such poem, "people ask me,/ are you still with her?" Bukowskian figures more typically find solace at racetracks, with whores, with liquor ("I drank and I drank and/ I drank in my room") and finally in writing, which lets them "kiss the sweet lips of this dirty/ world/ goodbye." Nobody will be converted to Bukowski by these verses, but that's hardly the point: like William Burroughs or Jim Morrison, Bukowski in death retains the tenacious (and mostly youthful) fan base he gathered in life. (Dec.) Forecast: Bukowski's books are perhaps best known among booksellers for the rate at which they are stolen. Black Sparrow has done well so far with each new salvo of Bukowskiana; there's no reason to think this book of poems will fall short of previous marks. (Booksellers might want to keep them behind the counter with a note tacked to the 'B' shelfAadds to the mystique.)
Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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Black Sparrow says it has still more uncollected Bukowski in the barrel, but much in the sixth posthumous gathering of the roughneck bard's leavings sure sounds like bottom-scrapings. For instance, the poem that ends, "I am a beautiful person. / and you are. / and she is. / as is the yellow thumping of the sun and the glory of the world." It is hard to believe Buk would have tolerated the last line's personification of thumping and glory while he was alive, or the poem's egregious lack of irony. Yet this, including several of the bad poems, is way funnier than practically any other poet's stuff these days. Buk's life--full of blue-collar jobs, smoking and drinking, playing the horses, basking in classical music on the radio, going on tears naked, shacking up with a succession of floozies and the occasional wife, midnight typing, and lots of driving--was a dingy fountain of low-life literary comedy. There are better books for one's first taste of Bukowski, but this one will do fine for connoisseurs. Ray Olson
Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Truly poetic May 19 2004
Bukowski was the master of the personal detail. In these poems, released after his death, he examines his life with a drunken smile. He digs out the most significant moments of his life at the race track, among old friends, writing at night, listening to classical music, thinking about old girlfriends, and his childhood. He has a knack for mentioning the moments that matter, and leaving out the details that distract you from the point he's making. Every poem is good. This is one of his best books.
The poems are arranged in four sections. As you read, you realize that there's an underlying theme for each section. The first section, for example, is about burying the past. Each poem adds a thin layer to the theme until you feel it. It's quite an experience because it's so unpretentious --- he seems to be telling stories without any connection, but eventually you get the deeper story on your own.
I highly recommend this book. If you haven't read Bukowski's poetry before, this is a good place to start. Long-time fans will find this one a little flat, simply because it doesn't do anything new. They've heard all of these tales before. (But repetition was one of Bukowski's most endearing traits. He used it instead of a formal writing style.) So try Open All Night. You'll be pleased.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Poetry of the drunken universe. Oct. 13 2000
While perhaps not the best book of poetry Buk ever wrote, its still dam good. In these poems you get into Buk's head while he silently observes the horror of a waitress with dead, "card-board" eyes, lifeless hunks of rotting meat swarming the streets like lethargic fly's (People, I believe their called), and the general existential screams and moans from a working class guy thats been mangeled by the system so many times he just has to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Their's plenty of down-and-out self-paradying humour, it's really great to read Buk drowning in all the misery of life and turning subjects like his own suicide attempts into comical, spare portraits of modern Man and the world we live in. Many a day I've come home from a long day of work, disgusted with living, ready to kill myself ; then I open a bottle of Red, relax, and read from a guy whose been to the edge, and instead of jumping off or comeing back he found a way to stay their and enjoy that small bit of soul the world had not yet murdered.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Dear publisher- a small effort please! Dec 24 2000
Since this is a posthumous volume of poems I would expect some explanations or introduction from the publisher or someone else, like was this book prepared by Bukowski at the time of his death, if not why were these poems put in and not the others, when were the poems written or published, it's not enough to say between 1970 and 1990... etc...
As for the poems, Bukowski is always great, but I wouldnt recommend this book to Buk's beginner's, they should start by "War All the time" or "The days run away ...", "Septuagenarian stew" and some others before buying this one. It's more for completists, and I guess there are a few of us out there in the wilderness.
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5.0 out of 5 stars not one word wasted Dec 21 2000
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It's not just the sorry world his poetry echoes, but the massive machinery of Bukowski's technique that amazes. How spare, how cutting his line divisions, how they leave you gaping in mid-air. The man obviously studied as well as passively listened to the music he wrote about; it measures his lines and puts his sounds in invisibly proper order.
The book is a collection of character sketches in a world where ignobility wins trophies and troubles keep them polished and best of all it comes with the half-ring of a whiskey-glass stain on the rear cover.
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3.0 out of 5 stars Maybe I'm just new to Buk, but its just ok March 29 2003
This book had some intersting stuff and it was better in the beginning than in the end. This is the first thing i've ever read by him and i know some people who are really into his poetry, so that's why I picked up one of them from the library. Most of it .... Every once in a while a good poem comes up but most of it is choppy and reptitive and boring. I should have started with a different one.
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