My Imps Names Are Illemauzar Pyewackett by Vincent Zepp

MY IMPS NAMES ARE ILLEMAUZAR PYEWACKETT he was a great poet i remember eating chili at the new college diner in state college pa reading bukowski i dont remember how i came to know his poetry imagine at thirteen he Continue reading My Imps Names Are Illemauzar Pyewackett by Vincent Zepp

We Both Knew Him by Charles Bukowski

we both knew him I knew him before I knew you, she said in bed afterwards, he was always talking about you, he loved your writing and he introduced me to your books and now we’ve been lovers… you know, Continue reading We Both Knew Him by Charles Bukowski

The Kiss-off by Charles Bukowski

The Kiss-off it was one at those half-ass literary gatherings and this girl dropped to her knees on the rug and said to him: “0, Mr.C., let me kiss that thumb that great amputated thumb that appeared in that great Continue reading The Kiss-off by Charles Bukowski

don winter | press of the real: poetry of the working class

Working class is It is the vast majority of us in America “who must live by the sale of [our] labor power, and [who] have no other life sustaining forces” (Line Break 12). It is those of us who perform Continue reading don winter | press of the real: poetry of the working class

12 great americans | a cold turkey press special

In 1972 the Rotterdam Arts Foundation commissioned Gerard Bellaart, editor of Cold Turkey Press and Carl Weissner, editor of the magazine Klactoveedsedsteen, to compile an LP of contemporary American poetry.The LP was pressed in an edition of 500 copies that Continue reading 12 great americans | a cold turkey press special