Love is a Dog From Hell

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Whether you're male or female, it's all your teenage self hadn't been told about love. You had to find out by yourself. It's the pleasure flowing through your body during intercourse; the pain echoing in your bedroom (and in your heart) after another unhappy relationship; the regrets, the self-contempt, your face ageing day by day, the scent on your pillow - the last fading traces of someone who still found you desirable... dark shades prayer in bad weather melancholia a stethoscope case eat your heart out the retreat I made a mistake me women don t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech. I know this because I m a woman. hahaha, I laughed. so don t worry about your breakup with Susan because she ll just leech onto somebody else. we talked a while longer then I said goodbye hungup went into the crapper and took a good beershit mainly thinking, well, I m still alive and have the ability to expell wastes from my body. and poems. and as long as that s happening I have the ability to handle betrayal loneliness hangnail clap and the economic reports in the financial section. with that I stood up wiped flushed then thought: it s true: I know how to love. I pulled up my pants and walked into the other room.

the insane always loved me Big Max trapped it s the way you play the game on the continent 12:18 a.m. yellow cab how come you re not unlisted? weather report clean old man something This collection of Poems from the '70s depicts the author's experiences about Love, heartbreaks, loss, women, society and all the struggling experiences that an individual faces upon. A dog, in this case, represents all the raw emotions and crazy adventures that we perceive as love. The tribulations of life are like flames, we try to run but we can't escape them. It's all this and much more that Bukowski shares to the reader...alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills. pounds we were in bed and she started to fight: you son of a bitch! you just wait a minute, I ll get you! I began laughing: what s the matter? what s the matter? you son of a bitch! she screamed. I held her hands as she squirmed. she was a couple of decades younger than I a health food freak. she was very strong. you son of a bitch! I ll get you! she screamed. I rolled on top of her with my 225 pounds and just layed it there on her. uugg, oooo, my God, that s not fair, oooo, my God! I rolled off and walked into the other room and sat on the couch. I ll get you, bastard, she said, you just wait! just don t bite it off, I said, or you ll make a half dozen women very unhappy. she climbed up on the headboard of my bed (it did have a flat though narrow surface) and sat perched there watching the news on tv. the tv faced the bedroom and it illuminated her as she sat up there on the headboard. I thought you were sane, I said, but you re just as crazy as the rest of them. be quiet, she said, I want to watch the news! look, I said, I ll SHUSH! she said. and there she was up on the headboard of my bed really watching the news. I accepted her that way.

Christgau, Robert (2000). "E". Christgau's Consumer Guide: Albums of the '90s. St. Martin's Griffin. ISBN 0-312-24560-2 . Retrieved July 8, 2020– via robertchristgau.com. Knox Chandler– arrangement, composition, bass, cello, guitar, loops, production, programming, sampling, vocals, toy piano Love Is a Dog from Hell (first published 1977) is a collection of Bukowski's poetry from the mid-seventies. A classic in the Bukowski canon, Love Is a Dog from Hell is a raw, lyrical, exploration of the exigencies, heartbreaks, and limits of love.

The loneliness that's caused by marginalization has remained for many years between him and America's critics, that they didn't even count him to any group that thrives with literaturic life not to mention he was independent except of himself; so he distend himself from any institutionalized or governmental representation and rather remained loyal to the proletariat oppressed class.