You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense
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Wow, I’m really sitting here asking myself why I bought and actually finished that book. I’ve often cone across lines from Bukowski’s works which I thought sounded beautiful, that I could relate to. I like poetry and I the title of this collection of poems seemed very intriguing. What saddens me most is that THERE ARE beautiful lines, beautiful poems & moments on this collection but it’s overshadowed by a sexist atmosphere and toxic masculinity. Bukowski wrote whole damn poems in which he first wrote about how he’d been acting in a misogynistic way, that writes about being called out for it, described as a sexist, says he’s not and even is proud of the whole ordeal. It makes me want to vomit. Actually, it’s his whole considering himself as far superior than others, not just women, but also every other writer ever. Yet, after reading this collection, to me he was nothing but an old, resentful, misogynistic man, a gambling drunkard who sure had a gift with words but at the same time he was a coward, afraid to show real emotion, a real connection with other human beings or the world in general.
Beschreibung
Beiträge
Wow, I’m really sitting here asking myself why I bought and actually finished that book. I’ve often cone across lines from Bukowski’s works which I thought sounded beautiful, that I could relate to. I like poetry and I the title of this collection of poems seemed very intriguing. What saddens me most is that THERE ARE beautiful lines, beautiful poems & moments on this collection but it’s overshadowed by a sexist atmosphere and toxic masculinity. Bukowski wrote whole damn poems in which he first wrote about how he’d been acting in a misogynistic way, that writes about being called out for it, described as a sexist, says he’s not and even is proud of the whole ordeal. It makes me want to vomit. Actually, it’s his whole considering himself as far superior than others, not just women, but also every other writer ever. Yet, after reading this collection, to me he was nothing but an old, resentful, misogynistic man, a gambling drunkard who sure had a gift with words but at the same time he was a coward, afraid to show real emotion, a real connection with other human beings or the world in general.