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In honor of National Poetry Month, from Monday, April 20 through Friday, April 24, 2020, the Silver Birch Press BUKOWSKI ANTHOLOGY  is available for FREE in a Kindle version. Find the Kindle version here.

This 272-page collection features poetry and prose about Charles Bukowski as well as portraits of the author by over 75 writers and artists around the world. Contributors include people who knew Bukowski — friends, fellow poets, and people he met along the way — as well as those who feel as if they knew the iconic author.

Cover Art: Mark Erickson and Katy Zartl (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

Contributing Editors: Jocelyne Desforges, S.A. Griffin, Suzanne Lummis, David Roskos, Joan Jobe Smith, Eddie Woods

Contributors (in alphabetical order): Christopher R. Adams / Sheril Antonio / RD Armstrong / The Art Warriors (Antonio Gamboa) / David Barker / William Barker / Black Sifichi / Harry Calhoun / David Stephen Calonne / Jared A. Carnie / Neeli Cherkovski/ Kim Cooper / Abel Debritto / Henry Denander / Jocelyne Desforges / Rene Diedrich / John Dorsey / Mark Erickson / Dan Fante / Paul Fericano / Karen Finley / Jack Foley / FrancEyE / Ed Galing / Joan Gannij / Anggo Genorga / Marjorie Gilbert / Jeffrey Graessley / S.A. Griffin / win harms / Donna Hilbert / Rodger Jacobs / Linda King / Harvey Kubernik/ Dana Laina / Lautir (Fabrizio Cassetta) / Suzuki Limbu / Michael Limnios / Gerald Locklin / Suzanne Lummis / Marvin Malone / Adrian Manning / Dean Marais / Germa Marquez / Catfish McDaris / Ann Menebroker / Heather Minette / Austin Mitchell / Richard Modiano / Jon Monday / Jeff Morgan / Paul Nebenzahl / Gerald Nicosia / Michael O’Brien / bart plantenga / David S. Pointer / Alvaro Pozo / D.A. Pratt / Wendy Rainey / Steve Richmond / David Roskos / Russ Runfola / Richard Schave / Raymond King Shurtz / Joan Jobe Smith / Ben Talbot / Mark Terrill / dirk velvet / Melanie Villines / Fred Voss / Scott Wannberg / Vanessa Wilken / A.D. Winans / Bradley Wind / Erik Woltersdorf / Pamela “Cupcakes” Wood / Tim Youd / Katy Zartl

Enjoy!

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MY CATS
by Charles Bukowski

I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.

but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.

they complain but never
worry,
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can’t
understand.

their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
without
hesitation or
remorse.

when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.

I study these
creatures.

they are my
teachers.

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On March 23, 2014, Ea Oerum, a journalist from Copenhagen, Denmark, interviewed Joan Jobe Smith at Charles Bukowski‘s gravesite. Joan did her best to answer Ea’s many young-exuberant, impish-probing questions — but did not want to Tell All, trying to to remain respectful to Buk and his Women. One of the questions: “Why did Buk act that way, get so drunk, be crazy, when he was a genius and had become rich. And why did his Women put up with it?” Joan wondered how to answer accurately without further substantiating the vulgarity, low-life myth that Buk seemed to purposely perpetuate.

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About Buk’s gravesite, Joan Jobe Smith noted, “Each time we visit the site, it is decorated with appropriate zeal, bottle caps, cig butts. But this time the decor was especially remarkable. A visitor had adorned Buk’s grave with two pine cones below the tip of a bottle of Cutty Sark protruding from the vase beneath the headstone. When I placed into the vase the bird of paradise, spearmint and Belgian lily from our garden, however, it changed the raison d’etre of the protruberance. So the concept changed considerably but I hope Bukowski didn’t mind.”

ABOVE PHOTO: Poet Fred Voss, Danish journalist Ea Oarum, and poet/author Joan Jobe Smith at Charles Bukowski‘s gravesite in Green Hills Memorial Park (Rancho Palos Verdes, California). Photo by Clint Margrave, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Joan Jobe Smith is the author of Charles Bukowski Epic Glottis: His Art, His Women (& me), available at Amazon.com.

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ON THE TRAIN TO DEL MAR
by Charles Bukowski

I get on the train on the way to the track
it’s down near Dago
and this gives some space and rolling and
I have my pint
and I walk to the barcar for a couple of
beers
and I weave upon the floor–
THACK THACK THACKA THACK THATCK THACKA THACK–
and some of it comes back
a little of it comes back
like some green in a leaf after a long
dryness

and the sun crashes into the barcar like a
bull and the bartender sees that
I am feeling good
he smiles a real smile and
asks–
“How’s it going?”

how’s it going? my heels are down
my shoes cracked
I am wearing my father’s pants and he died
ten years ago
I need 8 teeth pulled
my intestine has a partial blockage
I puff on a dime cigar

“Great!” I answer him,
“how you making?”

glory glory glory and the train rolls on
past the sea
past the sand and
down in between the
cliffs.

SOURCE: “On the Train to Del Mar” appears in Charles Bukowski‘s collection The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills (Black Sparrow Press, (1969), available at Amazon.com.

IMAGE: “Amtrak Surfliner” by Traci Lehman. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.

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what will the neighbors think? (excerpt) by Charles Bukowski

I think that was the question asked most of me
by my parents.
of course, I didn’t really care what the
neighbors thought.
I felt sorry for the neighbors, those frightened
people peeking from behind their
curtains.
the whole neighborhood was watching
itself
and in the 1930s there wasn’t much else to
watch.
except me coming in drunk late at
night.

“this is going to kill your mother,”
my father told me,
“and besides what will the
neighbors think?”

me, I thought I was doing very well.
one way or the other
I managed to get drunk
without having any
money at all.
a trick that would stand me in good
stead
later in my life.

to make things worse for my poor
parents
I began to write letters to the
editor of one of the large
newspapers,
most of which were published
and all of which
backed unpopular causes.

“what will the neighbors think?”
my parents asked
me.

SOURCE: Read “what will the neighbors think?” in its entirety in Charles Bukowski’s collection Bone Palace Ballet (Ecco, 2001), available at Amazon.com.

PHOTO: Charles Bukowski with his parents, late 1930s.

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Joan Jobe Smith, author of Charles Bukowski Epic Glottis: His Art & His Women (& Me) (Silver Birch Press, 2012) is featured in the Charles Bukowski Society‘s yearbook covering 2011, 2012, and 2013 with a story entitled “Beer Can in a Garden.”

Consisting of a section in German and a section in English, the yearbook is dedicated to Bukowski’s German translator and friend Carl Weissner and includes two interviews with Weissner (one in each language section) as well as a short memoir about him by Linda Bukowski.

To purchase a copy of Charles Bukowski Society’s 2011/12/13 yearbook, visit bukowski-shop.de.

To learn more about the Charles Bukowski Society, visit bukowski.info.

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Charles Bukowski: Up Close and Personal, a popup exhibition of nine portraits by Joan Gannij will be on display at the American Book Center Treehouse Gallery on Thursday, March 13 & 20, 2014, from 6-9 p.m., and during the weekend of March 22 & 23 from 1-5 pm.

These oversized portraits of Charles Bukowski (118cm x 84cm — approximately 4 x 3′) on museum quality paper in a limited edition will be available for sale after the exhibition. For further information, contact joangannij@gmail.com.

PHOTO CREDIT: “Joan Gannij with her Bukowski images” by Thom van der Heijden

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#1
by Charles Bukowski

oh, forgive me For Whom the Bell Tolls,
oh, forgive me Man who walked on water,
oh, forgive me little old woman who lived in a shoe,
oh, forgive me the mountain that roared at midnight,
oh, forgive me the dumb sounds of night and day and death,
oh, forgive me the death of the last beautiful panther,
oh, forgive me all the sunken ships and defeated armies,
this is my first FAX POEM.
It’s too late:
I have been
smitten.

ABOUT THE POEM (from booktryst.com):

“On February 18, 1994, Hank had a fax machine installed at his home. He sent me his first fax message in the form of that poem. I’m sure he visualized sending me his future letters and poems via fax, but sadly 18 days later he was gone. I ran off nine photocopies of the fax, for a total of ten, and numbered and initialed them. Over the next few months and years I gave copies to individuals who were Bukowski collectors and regular customers of Black Sparrow. I think I gave away the last one more than 10 years ago. That poem has never been published (except as described here) and the poem has never been collected in a book.”

JOHN MARTIN, Black Sparrow Press

IMAGE:  Whitmore Rare Books.

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Thank you to everyone who entered our raffles for Bukowski-related artwork, posters, and books to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Buk’s passing. We congratulate our winners: Harry Calhoun, Jocelyne Desforges, Denise Enck, Alexis Rhone Fancher, Catfish McDaris, Karen Massey, John McHugh, Andrew Spencer, and A.D. Winans.

IMAGE: Blue pyrex bowl filled with names of raffle entrants resting on brown cardboard package with image of Bukowski drawn by Bradley Wind, inscribed with Bukowski’s poem “The Laughing Heart.”

ImageTo commemorate the 20th anniversary of Charles Bukowski’s passing, we have raffled off a copy of the author’s 1978 novel Women, along with a lucky 7 of diamonds Pabst beer cap found outside Buk’s favorite liquor store — the Pink Elephant at Western and Franklin in Los Angeles. 

Congratulations to our winner:

Harry Calhoun (Raleigh, North Carolina)

NOTE: Harry Calhoun is a poet and author who contributed his writing to the Silver Birch Press Bukowski Anthology. Learn more about Harry and his recent poetry chapbooks at harrycalhoun.net.

BACK STORY: I found the lucky Buk beer cap on Saturday, July 13, 2013, when I hopped onboard the Esotouric bus tour entitled, Haunts of a Dirty Old Man: Charles Bukowski’s Los Angeles.” The story of this fun and informative tour appears in the Silver Birch Press Bukowski Anthology.