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Original Title:	What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
ISBN:	1574231057 (ISBN13: 9781574231052)
Edition Language:	English

What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire Paperback | Pages: 416 pages

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he's a difficult crank, too much bukowski is probably not good for the mental health, but there is beauty in the ugliness. or there is truth, which is sometimes the same thing. revelation.

in this book, i keep coming back to "white dog":

I went for a walk on Hollywood Boulevard.
I looked down and there was a large white dog
walking beside me.
his pace was exactly the same as mine,
we stopped at traffic signals together.
a woman smiled at us.
he must have walked 8 blocks with me.
then I went into a grocery store and
when I came out he was gone.
or she was gone.
the wonderful white dog
with a trace of yellow in its fur.
the large blue eyes were gone.
the grinning mouth was gone.
the lolling tongue was gone.

things are so easily lost.
things just can't be kept forever.

I got the blues.
I got the blues.
that dog loved and
trusted me and
I let it walk away.

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Title	:	What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Author	:	Charles Bukowski
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 416 pages
Published	:	June 1st 2002 by Ecco Press (first published June 5th 1999)
Categories	:	Poetry. Fiction

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If you would have told 16 year old me that there is some literature that they're not yet ready to understand, they would have been incredibly annoyed and would absolutely disagree. And yet, here I am, reading another Bukowski book, after hating Women. And I have to admit, I saw a lot more beauty in it. I felt like I understood more of him, like his vibe made sense. That I've experienced enough of life to see what he means when he's talking about pain or mental health issues (and future me is

Bukowski lived a tough lifebut had his funand jesus could he write it down.Real real real.

I love Bukowski, but sometimes it feels like reiterations of the same thing. He's got his general themes: seedy sex, American poverty, back alley transactions, loneliness and despair, and he doesn't stray too far from those motifs. The poems are true to the periods he lived in, and only Bukowski can make stuff like dog fights poetic. There were some great lines, though:"feelin' bad, kid?" he asked/yeh, yeh, yeh/"kid," he said, "I've slept longer than you've lived."-too soonthings get bad for all

I absolutely love this collection of poems. I think this is a book everyone should have in their collection. It is inspiring and thoughtful. Well written and even with some of its charming typos. Worth the read. Some of the beginning stuff seems taken as excerpts from past books, then you get further in and his mind starts to open up onto the page. Delightful.

Excellent posthumous collection.Loved to hear Buk reflect on his childhood, being a young man, jobs and all kinds of things. One of my favorite poems was a poem called, "the poetry reading." Enlightening because I knew Buk, did a few poetry readings to promote his books.Always sage-like and reflective.

My friend Todd recently recommended this book to me during our most recent book club. Thankfully, my lovely bibliophile hubby actually had this book in his possession. I am not usually into reading poetry--I would much rather make my own bad poetry or scrub toilets, but this book of poetry immediately captured my attention and retained it all throughout.This seems like a hefty volume at first glance, but don't let it put you off. It is an amazingly quick read. I finished it in a couple days,

all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird wish us luck. In one sentence: Just a man in a room - odd, then, that this is enough to make people read them voluntarily, religiously, unlike almost all contemporary poetry with their bigger brains and better politics and more eventful stories and