i’ve always liked charles bukowski. he’s dirty and vulgar as hell, but raw and uncompromising. he wrote with a sense of true, boring, day-to-day routine. it’s exciting because it’s what you could never do: pretty much nothing. just gallivanting all night and sleeping all day, drinking and gambling and screwing and not much else.
jeffrey mcdaniel has a poem called “The Jerk” (i will probably post something about it here in the future) in which he writes one of my favorite similes:
I’m filthier than the coal miner’s bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.