Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions

Crude phrases, but loaded with sincerity, accompany Bukowski’s thought and writing. As he said, “I like broken minds”—surely his was one of them.

His texts are certainly anecdotal and autobiographical. The structure proposes a very everyday context, distancing itself from society’s moralisms. He’s not interested in pretending.

The reader has the sensation of reading a letter from Bukowski himself or, better yet, talking with him, yet he doesn’t lose the short story’s intention.

I find it hard to imagine Bukowski’s love. Let’s say that common loves, traditional ones, have something illusory, hypocritical, artificial about them. However, he is starkly sincere, transparent, carefree, relaxed—visibly capable of hurting sensibilities and breaking illusions. Or… which of you would like him to talk about you this way?:

—Listen friend, Bukowski here. —Did you see the girl? —I saw the girl. —How did things go? —Good, very good. I was coming for about an hour. Tell your columnist. I hung up.

Bukowski, C. Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions

It’s paradoxical how this author’s provocative literature ends up also being an incentive to read, to confront.

Let’s know more about this story through titles that break the paradigm, and why not, a discovery by delving into the text this author triggers, where there are no princesses waiting for a prince and such.

I want to invite you to know this character through some of his works reflected in Pueblo Villano in “the most beautiful girl in the city,” and if you’re left wanting to know more, why not meet some of the women who made this man a writer.