Charles Bukowski is probably best known for his darkly comic and often profane short stories and novels. You Get So Alone at Times uses his poetic skills to explore the tender side of a man who blends humor and tragedy equally, revealing to the reader the full range of emotions that would define him as a writer. He delves into his youth to analyze its repercussions, exploring themes such as love, loneliness, nature, and sexuality with intelligence and sensitivity. The result is sometimes hilarious and always insightful about human nature.
You Get So Alone at Times by Charles Bukowski is a tender, introspective collection of verse that delves into the author’s past to examine its repercussions on his life. As a young man from Los Angeles, California, Bukowski had many ambitions and opportunities to become successful – but his past haunted him for the rest of his life.
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 on his adult life and how his family’s dysfunction left him lonely and isolated.
His insight on youth and the injustices it enables is powerful. As a young man, Bukowski knocked around, working menial jobs that gave him plenty of time to write poetry and short stories that were, by his admission, influenced heavily by the beat movement.
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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.
In this collection, one will see that Bukowski is an honest, brutally honest man; whether that honesty is anchored on his drunkenness is something I have yet to read on. The topics are varied, from prostitutes, antagonistic views on other writers, drinking, horse racing, hurling abuses, daily life observations, his cats, loneliness, and did I mention drinking?
As the title would suggest, loneliness abounds the poems, but underneath it, just beyond the listless landscape that defines most of our lives, live a triumphant man who seems to have come to terms with loneliness itself not by finding meaning in others but by the remaining firm, unyielding, choosing to live in loneliness itself.