By Charles Bukowski
First released in 1977, Love Is a puppy from Hell is a set of Bukowski's poetry from the mid-seventies. A vintage within the Bukowski canon, Love Is a puppy from Hell is a uncooked, lyrical, exploration of the exigencies, heartbreaks, and bounds of affection.
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I picked it up. “hello? ” “I LOVE YOU! ” she acknowledged. “thanks,” I stated. “is that every one you’ve obtained to assert? ” “yes. ” “eat shit! ” she acknowledged and hung up. love dries up, i presumed as I walked again to the lavatory, even speedier than sperm. moaning and groaning she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning on your poems approximately how I fucked these 2 men final week. i do know you. she writes directly to say that my vibe laptop used to be correct— she had simply fucked a 3rd man yet she is familiar with I don’t are looking to pay attention who, why or how. she closes her letter, “Love. ” rats and roaches have triumphed back. the following it comes working with a slug in its mouth, it’s making a song outdated love songs. shut the home windows moan shut the doorways groan. a virtually made up poem I see you consuming at a fountain with tiny blue fingers, no, your fingers will not be tiny they're small, and the fountain is in France the place you wrote me that final letter and that i responded and not heard from you back. you used to put in writing insane poems approximately ANGELS AND GOD, all in top case, and also you knew recognized artists and so much of them have been your fans, and that i wrote again, it’s o.k., move forward, input their lives, I’m no longer jealous simply because we’ve by no means met. we received shut as soon as in New Orleans, one part block, yet by no means met, by no means touched. so that you went with the well-known and wrote in regards to the well-known, and, in fact, what you discovered is that the recognized are nervous approximately their fame—not the gorgeous younger woman in mattress with them, who provides them that, after which awakens within the morning to jot down higher case poems approximately ANGELS AND GOD. we all know God is lifeless, they’ve informed us, yet hearing you I wasn’t convinced. might be it used to be the higher case. you have been the most effective girl poets and that i informed the publishers, editors, “print her, print her, she’s mad yet she’s magic. there’s no lie in her hearth. ” I enjoyed you're keen on a guy loves a lady he by no means touches, basically writes to, retains little pictures of. i'd have enjoyed you extra if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss within the toilet, yet that didn’t take place. your letters obtained sadder. your fans betrayed you. child, I wrote again, all fanatics betray. it didn’t aid. you stated you had a crying bench and it was once by way of a bridge and the bridge was once over a river and also you sat at the crying bench each evening and wept for the fans who had harm and forgotten you. I wrote again yet by no means heard back. a pal wrote me of your suicide three or four months after it occurred. if I had met you i'd most likely were unfair to you otherwise you to me. it used to be most sensible like this. blue cheese and chili peppers those girls are meant to come and spot me yet they by no means do. there’s the only with the lengthy scar alongside her stomach. there’s the opposite who writes poems and telephones at three a. m. , announcing, “I love you. ” there’s the person who dances with a boa constrictor and writes each 4 weeks, she’ll come, she says. and the 4th who claims she sleeps constantly with my most up-to-date ebook lower than her pillow. I whack-off within the warmth and hear Brahms and consume blue cheese with chili peppers. those are ladies of fine brain and physique, first-class in or up and about, harmful and lethal, in fact— yet why do all of them need to reside up north?