Love is a Dog From Hell

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make it the bull when he first charges in and remember the old dogs who fought so well: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun. if you think they didn t go crazy in tiny rooms just like you re doing now without women without food without hope then you re not ready. drink more beer. there s time. and if there s not that s all right too. Whether you're male or female, it's all your teenage self hadn't been told about love. You had to find out by yourself. It's the pleasure flowing through your body during intercourse; the pain echoing in your bedroom (and in your heart) after another unhappy relationship; the regrets, the self-contempt, your face ageing day by day, the scent on your pillow - the last fading traces of someone who still found you desirable... First published in 1977, Love Is a Dog from Hell is a collection of Bukowski's poetry from the mid-seventies. A classic in the Bukowski canon, Love Is a Dog from Hell is a raw, lyrical, exploration of the exigencies, heartbreaks, and limits of love.

I finished reading "Love is a dog from hell" weeks ago and it's still fermenting like a fine Port wine. the insane always loved me Big Max trapped it s the way you play the game on the continent 12:18 a.m. yellow cab how come you re not unlisted? weather report clean old man something love is a dog from hell my groupie now, if you were teaching creative writing the good life the Greek The love Bukowski talks about is not tender. It's rough, dirty, vicious, often humiliating, sometimes cathartic.Sandra is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown she s always high in heels spirit pills booze Sandra leans out of her chair leans toward Glendale I wait for her head to hit the closet doorknob as she attempts to light a new cigarette on an almost burnt-out one at 32 she likes young neat unscratched boys with faces like the bottoms of new saucers she has proclaimed as much to me has brought her prizes over for me to view: silent blonde zeros of young flesh who a) sit b) stand c) talk at her command sometimes she brings one sometimes two sometimes three for me to view Sandra looks very good in long gowns Sandra could probably break a man s heart I hope she finds one. pounds we were in bed and she started to fight: you son of a bitch! you just wait a minute, I ll get you! I began laughing: what s the matter? what s the matter? you son of a bitch! she screamed. I held her hands as she squirmed. she was a couple of decades younger than I a health food freak. she was very strong. you son of a bitch! I ll get you! she screamed. I rolled on top of her with my 225 pounds and just layed it there on her. uugg, oooo, my God, that s not fair, oooo, my God! I rolled off and walked into the other room and sat on the couch. I ll get you, bastard, she said, you just wait! just don t bite it off, I said, or you ll make a half dozen women very unhappy. she climbed up on the headboard of my bed (it did have a flat though narrow surface) and sat perched there watching the news on tv. the tv faced the bedroom and it illuminated her as she sat up there on the headboard. I thought you were sane, I said, but you re just as crazy as the rest of them. be quiet, she said, I want to watch the news! look, I said, I ll SHUSH! she said. and there she was up on the headboard of my bed really watching the news. I accepted her that way.

trapped don t undress my love you might find a mannequin; don t undress the mannequin you might find my love. she s long ago forgotten me. she s trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. I can t hate that. she didn t do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.Bukowski published his first story when he was twenty-four and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. His first book of poetry was published in 1959; he went on to publish more than forty-five books of poetry and prose, including Pulp (1994), Screams from the Balcony (1993), and The Last Night of the Earth Poems (1992). This is what these poems talk about. Dirt. Trivial and spiritual dirt. And the monstruous horrible Beauty that rises from the dirt like a drunk Phoenix: the professors sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine and there is talk of budgets and works in progress and there is a fireplace. the kitchen floor is well-waxed and I have just eaten dinner after drinking until 3 a.m. after reading the night before now I m to read again at a nearby college. I m in Arkansas in January somebody even mentions Faulkner I go to the bathroom and vomit up the dinner when I come out they are all in their coats and overcoats waiting in the kitchen. I m to read in 15 minutes. there ll be a good crowd they tell me. huge ear rings she came out of the bathroom a killer longshot the promise waving and waving goodbye liberty don t touch the girls