Factotum

Factotum. I first heard about Bukowski’s writing on the fringe from some weird beatnik friends of mine. They talked about how they hated it, they said it had nothing on the beats. So I thought I might as well pick up some books and get caught up. I ordered a stack of books from amazon. I bought them used, used books have this rustic or weathered quality to them like they have been through something. In reality, I was broke at the time and needed something to do with my summer. As the adventure continued, I started to realize that I felt like I was taking this journey with Bukowski on his life. He going through his life, me going through a book based around his life. As the pages turned days of his life turned as well. The book, maybe more of Bukowski himself, influenced me to read more Bukowski. Reading more Bukowski made me want to read more <insert any poets name here> the book made me look at words differently. There was a beauty in what Bukowski wrote, but if you push the beauty away it gets to a deeper issue at hand.