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.

From Library Journal

"You're a bum , he told me/ and you'll always be a bum . . . and it's too bad he's been dead/ so long/ for now he can't see/ how beautifully I've succeeded/ at/ that." True to his words, this prolific poet loves to play the oversexed bum, continually lashing out at other writers, the rich, and anyone who fails to appreciate his brilliance. This collection takes a new turn, though, as Bukowskinow in his sixtieslooks back on some tender memories of youth. Other redeeming features include a self-mocking humor and a love for cats. For larger collections, and those whose readers are not easily offended by four-letter words. Rochelle Ratner, formerly Poetry Editor, "Soho Weekly News," New York
Copyright 1987 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Review

16-bit Intel 8088 Chip
1813-1883
3 A.m. Games
About The Pen Conference
Another Casualty
Bad Times At The 3rd And Vermont Hotel
Beasts Bounding Through Time
The Beautiful Lady Editor
The Blade
The Boil
Bumming With Jane
A Cat Is A Cat Is A Cat Is A Cat
The Chemistry Of Things
Close To Greatness
Coffee
Concrete
Cornered
The Crazy Truth
Darkness
The Death Of A Splendid Neighborhood
Death Sat On My Knee And Cracked With Laughter
Downtown L.a.
Drive Through Hell
Driving Test
Education
Emily Bukowski
Escape
Everybody Talks Too Much
Final Story
The Finest Of The Breed
A Following
For My Ivy League Friends
For The Concerned
Forget It
Fractional Note
The Freeway Life
Friends Within The Darkness
From An Old Dog In His Cups
A Funny Guy
Garbage
Gay Paree
Glenn Miller
Gone
A Good Gang, After All
A Good Time
Hard Times
Help Wanted
Helping The Old
Hot
How Is Your Heart
Huh
I Meet The Famous Poet
I Thought The Stuff Tasted Worse Than Usual
I'll Take It
I'm Not A Misogynist
Invasion
It's Funny, Isn't It? #1
It's Funny, Isn't It? #2
It's Ours
January
Jon Edgar Webb
The Lady In The Castle
The Last Shot
Late Late Late Poem
Let 'em Go
Let's Make A Deal
Longshot
The Lost Generation
Love Poem To A Stripper
The Magic Curse
Magic Machine
A Magician, Gone
The Man In The Brown Suit
Marching Through Georgia
The Master Plan
Me And My Buddy
Miracle
Murder
My Buddy (1)
My First Affair With That Older Woman
My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant
My Non-ambitious Ambition
My Vanishing Act
Nervous People
No Help For That
No Nonsense
A Non-urgent Poem
Not Listed
O Tempora! O Mores!
Oh Yes
An Ordinary Poem
Our Laughter Is Muted By Their Agony
Over Done
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Party's Over
The Passing Of A Great One
The Player
Poor Al
Practice
Putrefaction
Quiet
Red Mercedes
Relentless As The Tarantula
Retired
Rift
Seize The Day
Shoes
The Shrinking Island
Some Suggestions
Someday I'm Going To Write A Primer For Crippled Saints ...
Song
Starting Fast
Sticks And Stones ...
The Still Trapeze
The Stride
Sunny Side Down
Supposedly Famous
Termites Of The Page
Thank You
That's Why Funerals Are So Sad
Their Night
This
Those Girls We Followed Home
Together
A Tragic Meeting
Trashcan Lives
True
Trying To Make It
Wearing The Collar
Well, That's The Way It Is
What Am I Doing
Whorehouse
The Wine Of Forever
Working
Working It Out
Working Out
You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense
Zero
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