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| Title | : | Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame |
| Author | : | Charles Bukowski |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 232 pages |
| Published | : | May 31st 2002 by Ecco (first published June 5th 1974) |
| Categories | : | Poetry |
Charles Bukowski
Paperback | Pages: 232 pages Rating: 4.07 | 6896 Users | 317 Reviews
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European countries have acknowledged Bukowski years before America did, and I don't believe it was because of racism, as he was German on his mother side; but I think the tornado Bukowski was quickly creating in poetic text made the American literary foundation uncomfortable and he wouldn't accept to be a follower of any literary or political foundation because of the nature of his personal behavior. Bukowski's voice subsided as he stayed independent without any official sponsorship in light of his distance from any cultural or media presence. His only presence was on top of women chests, on the bar stools and in the street alleys between the drunks; those by the way are the ones that have given him his Bukowskian slang dictionary that you will know and see its difference from the rest of the English dictionary especially when you read it in its mother language and not the Arabic translation of the poetic texts if you would know he's written over seventy books most of them were in poetry.
Features of Bukowski's poetry:
The music and rhythm and in Bukowski's poems are magical and attracts you to finish the poemand the full collection that's is between your hands
His poems are also characterized by the abundance of metaphors and he knows how to use them well.
* My years of reading Arabic poetry made me, with full confidence, say that the Arabic poet is cares greatly about the beginning and the end as a part of building a text. While Bukowski and most foreign poetry don't care for such thing as they focus more on the poetic image and the message the poem carries. But that doesn't mean they care for the beginning and the end, just look at the poem of (Tagore: Bengal's poet) or (Pushkin: Russia's port) and many others.
The poet's technique comes from the environment he/she belongs to and the his/her surrounding, that's on top of the readings done that help in building his linguistic dictionary. When I read the six novels that Bukowski wrote then his poems, I was not surprised from his vocabulary where the cursing and all the anger words were present. But he contributed in talking about the working class, the marginalized and the poor.
He talk about everyone, not just the marginalized that lay their bodies on the roads but also the marginalized that sit to watch horse racings, and he talks about a poor bull that people watch and finds the bull better than most humans.
These poems are in this collections:
(Burning in water, drowning in flame) and it's the most beautiful of what I read until now.
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“Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.”
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nothing matters
but flopping on a mattress
with cheap dreams and a beer
as the leaves die and the horses die
and the landladies stare in the halls;
brisk the music of pulled shades,
a last man's cave
in an eternity of swarm
and explosion;
nothing but the dripping sink,
the empty bottle,
euphoria,
youth fenced in,
stabbed and shaven,
taught words
propped up
to die.” 
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| Original Title: | Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 |
| ISBN: | 087685191X (ISBN13: 9780876851913) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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Ratings: 4.07 From 6896 Users | 317 ReviewsAssessment Based On Books Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame
Good lord, I'm reading Bukowski again. Soon I'll be growling at those around me, cursing for no damn good reason, telling everyone to go to hell, and perhaps I'll be a bit more pure for all that. When I moved cross country I dumped all the books I didn't need, but somehow my collection of Bukowski books survived, despite how I hadn't picked them up for years. I suppose I found them too much a part of a certain period of my life, lounging by rivers with coeds, reading poems about how all womenIf you just broke up with your lady and you're mad at an entire gender, or if you're really drunk and a little bit confused by your own anger, oh boy, do I have a book for you.Raw, unadulterated rage presented in easy to read, straight to the point, prose poetry. It's bad for you. It's bad for those around you. But damn it if it isn't fun to read.
Inspiring, quite dark/edgy but hilarious and forever modern. In 2 words - great poetry! A #must read.
there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe'sin there.بوکوفسکی رو دوست دارم. فکرهاش ناامیدیهاش تنهاییاش همه شبیه منن. رک و صریح بودن قلمش و اغراقهای بیموردش رو دوست دارم. اما ترجمهی شعرهای انگلیسی رو خوندن هیچوقت منو راضی نکرده. همیشه
Early Work By The Poet Of Skid RowFrom 1944 -- 1955, Charles Bukowski (1920 -- 1994) lived the life of a wastrel, wandering from city to city, holding menial jobs, while spending most of his time drinking or fighting. Bukowski began writing poetry in earnest in about 1955, as he continued his life of drink, horseplaying, and sex, while gradually finding a voice for himself as a writer. In a poem called "we the artists", included in "Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame", Bukowski recalls these
Transforming the insanity of mundane nightmares and every day obscurities into the most beautiful wisdom and brilliant truths.. Barefoot, drunk and laughing in the dustiest sunshine and beautiful filth.. Fighting and punching and loving and killing each and every day as though it was his last.. Bukowski really has a way of making you think and see things.. Like it was you he was writing about.
I really want to give this a single sentence, bitterly flippant review. But I feel Bukowski would approve of that sort of brutalist brevity so I'm going to not do that.Needless to say, I'm still not a fan - he's intermittently interesting, but he spends most of his time being either unbelievably dull or horrifyingly sexist. The worst part is I don't even know which of these two things bothers me more - awful as his chauvinism is, at least I'm able to actually feel something other than soul
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