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You get so alone at times that it just makes sense

Auteur : Charles Bukowski
Éditeur: Santa Rosa : Black Sparrow Press, 1986.
Édition/format:   Livre imprimé : AnglaisVoir toutes les éditions et tous les formats
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Résumé:

Charles Bukowski examines cats and his childhood in You Get So Alone at Times, a book of poetry that reveals his tender side. He delves into his youth to analyze its repercussions.

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Type de document: Livre
Tous les auteurs / collaborateurs: Charles Bukowski
ISBN: 0876856830 9780876856833 0876856849 9780876856840 0876856857 9780876856857
Numéro OCLC: 13700955
Notes: "This edition is printed in paper wrappers; there are 500 hardcover trade copies; 400 special hardcover copies numbered and signed by the author; & 126 numbered copies handbound in boards by Earle Gray, each with an original signed print by Charles Bukowski"--Colophon.
Description: 313 pages : portrait ; 23 cm
Contenu: 1813-1883. --
red Mercedes. --
retired. --
working it out. --
beasts bounding through time. --
trashcan lives. --
lost generation. --
no help for that. --
my non-ambitious ambition. --
education. --
downtown L.A. --
another casualty. --
driving test. --
that's why funerals are so sad. --
cornered. --
bumming with Jane. --
darkness. --
termites of the page. --
good time. --
still trapeze. --
January. --
sunny side down. --
man in the brown suit. --
magician, gone ... --
well, that's just the way it is. --
chemistry of things. --
rift. --
my friend, the parking lot attendant. --
miracle. --
non-urgent poem. --
my first affair with that older woman. --
freeway life. --
player. --
p.o. box 11946, Fresno, Calif. 93776. --
poor Al. --
for my ivy league friends: --
helping the old. --
bad times at the 3rd and Vermont hotel. --
Master Plan. --
garbage. --
my vanishing act. --
let's make a deal. --
16-bit Intel 8088 chip. --
zero. --
putrefaction. --
I'll take it ... --
supposedly famous. --
last shot. --
whorehouse. --
starting fast: --
crazy truth. --
drive through hell. --
for the concerned: --
funny guy. --
shoes. --
coffee. --
together. --
finest of the breed. --
close to greatness. --
stride. --
final story. --
friends within the darkness. --
death sat on my knee and cracked with laughter. --
oh yes. --
O tempora! O mores! --
passing of a great one. --
wine of forever. --
true. --
Glenn Miller. --
Emily Bukowski. --
some suggestions. --
invasion. --
hard times. --
longshot. --
concrete. --
Gay Paree? --
I thought the stuff tasted worse than usual. --
blade. --
boil. --
not listed. --
I'm not a misogynist. --
lady in the castle. --
relentless as the tarantula. --
their night. --
huh? --
it's funny, isn't it? #1. --
it's funny, isn't it? #2. --
beautiful lady editor. --
about the PEN conference. --
everybody talks too much. --
me and my buddy. --
song. --
practice. --
love poem to a stripper. --
my buddy. --
Jon Edgar Webb. --
thank you. --
magic curse. --
party's over. --
no nonsense. --
escape. --
wearing the collar. --
cat is a cat is a cat is a cat. --
marching through Georgia. --
gone. --
I meet the famous poet. --
seize the day. --
shrinking island. --
magic machine. --
those girls we followed home. --
fractional note. --
following. --
tragic meeting. --
ordinary poem. --
from an old dog in his cups ... --
let 'em go. --
trying to make it. --
death of a splendid neighborhood. --
you get so alone at times that it just makes sense. --
good gang, after all. --
this. --
hot. --
late late late poem. --
3 a.m. games. --
someday I'm going to write a primer for crippled saints but meanwhile. --
help wanted. --
sticks and stones ... --
working. --
over done. --
our laughter is muted by their agony. --
murder. --
what am I doing? --
nervous people. --
working out. --
how is your heart? --
forget it. --
quiet. --
it's ours.
Responsabilité: Charles Bukowski.

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