i'm writing small poems, saying things, trying to act casual enough about it so it keeps happening, so some big poem might come along, too. it's the same everywhereyou pretend you're not interested, then your quarry comes out. nothing goads a thing out into the open like impertinence, a seeming indifference.
i've been reading lots of bukowskifour novels and countless poems in the last week or so. i love his writing, the way he lays it down. he is my favorite writer, because he's such a good read, and i enjoy writing like him. imitation, influence, homage, adaptation, mimicry, call it what you like. i like his style, so i wri