am 23. März 2000
A collection of poems by Charles Bukowski is always a great joy. I followed his career since I was in high school back in the early 80s. He wrote a series of short stories for High Times magazine which I eagerly devoured. Then I moved on to his poetry. This collection: You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense is from 1986 when Buk was already a bit older and more reflective. This is around the time that his work began to reveal a degree of tenderness to go with his raw tough edged muse. Many say he lost it at this point. I disagree with that assessment. True it does not display the intense passion of Love Is A Dog From Hell but it is a great work on its own merit. Open it to any page and start reading. This is still vintage Hank. Aging Buk still has more blood and guts than most poets achieve ever. Anyone can just scream and curse. Bukowski obviously achieved something greater than that. And given how some other postal workers turned out, we should be grateful that Buk took to firing poems instead of bullets. Two thumbs up!
am 14. Juni 2010
Poems here were written when Buk was in the mid 80s. Book is just great , poems pure Bukowski -raw with a pinch of tenderness...He bekome a little bit softer.. but still raw... I really love them all , all the poems in this tome. One I like the most. It reminds me of a Blue Bird... its called "no help for that" : there is a place in the heart that will never be filled. a space. and even during the best moments and greatest times we will know it. we will know it more than ever. there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space..
am 3. Dezember 1997
I hate poetry, but I love Buk's poems. This book is written in a more hesitant thought out manner. It seems as if Buk got sentimental for a period and the result is a book of poetry that seems mostly retrospective. These poems seem less emotional and more calm. Yet at times his poems recount hilarious antecdotes and reveal his retrospective insights concerning them. In one poem, Bukowski comments on people complaining that his recent poem's lack of urgency. I got the mental image of Bukowski aging alone and wondering why he isn't dead yet. This is a book of non-urgent slow moving beautiful poems. To put it in simplist terms, I recomend it.
am 6. Oktober 1998
Charles Bukowski was such a talented writer, one of few true writers with the ability to compose words into beautiful lakes of refuge. His poems contained in this book are brutally honest; some of them are in a sense crude, but not without the beauty of a man who speaks his mind.