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Informationen zum Autor Charles Bukowski is one of America’s best-known contemporary writers of poetry and prose and, many would claim, its most influential and imitated poet. He was born in 1920 in Andernach, Germany, to an American soldier father and a German mother, and brought to the United States at the age of two. He was raised in Los Angeles and lived there for over fifty years. He died in San Pedro, California, on March 9, 1994, at the age of seventy-three, shortly after completing his last novel, Pulp . Abel Debritto , a former Fulbright scholar and current Marie Curie fellow, works in the digital humanities. He is the author of Charles Bukowski, King of the Underground , and the editor of the Bukowski collections On Writing , On Cats , and On Love . Klappentext another comebackclimbing back up out of the ooze, out ofthe thick black tar, rising up again, a modernLazarus.you're amazed at your goodfortune.somehow you've had morethan your share of secondchances.hell, accept it.what you have, you have.you walk and look in the bathroommirrorat an idiot's smile. you know your luck.some go down and never climb back up.something is being kind to you.you turn from the mirror and walk into theworld.you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.back from a thousand warsyou look out from an open door into the silentnight.Sibelius plays on the radio.nothing has been lost or destroyed.you blow smoke into the night, tug at your rightear.baby, right now, you've got itall. Zusammenfassung another comeback climbing back up out of the ooze! out of the thick black tar! rising up again! a modern Lazarus. you're amazed at your good fortune. somehow you've had more than your share of second chances. hell! accept it. what you have! you have. you walk and look in the bathroom mirror at an idiot's smile. you know your luck. some go down and never climb back up. something is being kind to you. you turn from the mirror and walk into the world. you find a chair! sit down! light a cigar. back from a thousand wars you look out from an open door into the silent night. Sibelius plays on the radio. nothing has been lost or destroyed. you blow smoke into the night! tug at your right ear. baby! right now! you've got it all. ...
