Bukowski

I admire to Heinrich Karl Bukowski a.k.a Charles “Hank” Bukowski, an American writer of poetry, short stories, and novels, he’s known as one of the last damned poets, because his dirty and dark stories about poor people’s life in the middle of last century; most of his books are autobiographical, they show an radical, violent, and cruel society, an hypocrite society hide in a foxhole of values that nobody respect, but everyone is agree with, Bukowski also wrote against family, or essentially against fathers and mothers, he had controvertial thoughts about it, he hated his father (he used to force Bukowski to mow the grass, and when he finished…beat him), and at the same time he felt a lot of pity of her mother (she followed Bukowski’s father no matter how insane he get to)…he watch them as no.reason and cheating, and he thinks that it’s a mistake, he’s blood mistake. At 1969 he met with John Martin, who promise “I’m gonna pay you a 100 box every month until you’re dead, if you just write”…so Charles resing to his job, and he devoted to write, a couple of year later his first novel is published…Post Office, then he got famous, a few years later he was a pop star of book’s world (something like Mauricio Redoles). He died in 1994 by a leukaemia.