wee_ginga_yin
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When I read this poem by Charles Bukowski it somehow grabbed me as being a schoolboy fantasy.
Bukowski after all was a down and out most of his life, and the idea of driving a fast sports car in
Italy with a couple of beautiful women is just an enormous escape from reality. A leap away from
the seedy bars and the crushing hangovers that seemed to pervade Bukowski's existance.
Yet what he really is saying is that he would like to be successful. He would like if people paid
attention to him. He would like to have the words to make people laugh. He would like to eat well,
and have his photo taken with that soft focus that blurs the acne on his face, but still gives him
that rugged look he has so long cultivated.
He does not want to ride off into the sunset alone. He longs for good company. How very human.
