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sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems
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sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems Description
Binding: Paperback
Dewey Decimal Number: 811.54
EAN: 9780060568238
ISBN: 0060568232
Label: Ecco
Manufacturer: Ecco
Number Of Items: 1
Book Pages: 416
Publication Date: 2004-01-01
Publisher: Ecco
Product Release Date: 2004-01-06
Studio: Ecco
Dewey Decimal Number: 811.54
EAN: 9780060568238
ISBN: 0060568232
Label: Ecco
Manufacturer: Ecco
Number Of Items: 1
Book Pages: 416
Publication Date: 2004-01-01
Publisher: Ecco
Product Release Date: 2004-01-06
Studio: Ecco
Editorial Review of sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems
from "neither Shakespeare nor Mickey Spillane"
young young young, only wanting the Word,
going mad in the streets and in the bars,
brutal fights, broken glass, crazy women
screaming in
your cheap room,
you a familiar guest at the drunk tank, North
Avenue 21, Lincoln Heights
sifting through the madness for the Word, the
line
the way,
hoping for a check from somewhere,
dreaming of a letter from a great editor:
"Chinaski, you don't know how long we've been waiting for you!"
no chance at all.
Customer Reviews of sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: So you want to be a writer
Review: There's a poem in this book called, So you Want to be a writer, and I think it should be read before anyone decides to call themselves a writer. Then they should look in the mirror, and ask themselves whether or not they're a fony. If they can answer that question "no, I'm not a fony," Then they should never attempt to write another word, because if they did everything that I just said they should do, then they were never a writer in the first place.
The consensus is the there is some good and some bad in this book, I own it, have read it and am inclined to agree.
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: What Do Expect, The Guy Is Dead
Review: If you're a Bukowski fan, you can't get enough. Just read it, it can't hurt except your pocket book, and if you're that skeptical go to the library.
Is that one says about a great artist/author's work after they're dead? It's redundant and mediocre?
It's just like when you like certain music and end-up collecting compilations. This book contains a lot of the old, but some new material and Bukowski carries on from the dead.
By all means you should read his earlier works, but all is good too.
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: Not his best, but still readable.
Review: Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way (Ecco, 2003)
Yet another collection of posthumously-published work from the ten thousand pages Buk left after his death, Sifting... is an inconsistent piece of work at best, like most of Buk's later collections of poetry. Every once in a while you get a great snatch of writing like the one that became the title of the collection, but it's mostly just the same old Buk, chopping up witty observations into line that look like poetry. That said, Buk was better than most at the chopping itself; he had an innate sense of what was really important in a piece, however vague it might be, and accenting it with the size and shape of the poem itself, making his prose-chopped-up-into-lines more readable than the vast majority of same.
The best thing about Sifting... is that it contains a lot more of the gems among the dross than many of Buk's later collections. You'll find yourself nodding and smiling every two or three pages here; not as much as in his best stuff (Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame remains the height of Bukowski's poetic achievement), but a lot more than in some of the recent books.
Worth it for Bukowski fans. Others might want to start wth Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame, War All the Time, or one of the other "best-of" collections from the early and middle periods. *** ½
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: please be more careful with the man
Review: To make it short: this is not Bukowski's best work. And it doesn't have to be. He published over 40 books when he was still alive and all that is released now after his death are the Left-overs. Some are stronger, some are weaker, but one thing is clear: with collections like this one you might scare off future readers because what can be found in this collection is less than average in quality for Bukowski. If you want to go ahead and discover Bukowski (and I strongly recommend that), buy one of his earlier books of poetry like: Burning in water, drowning in flame OR Dangling in the Tournefortia. This is where you find some of the best poems ever written in English. This new book is o.k., but at least wait until it comes out in Paperback...
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: Getting the Hang of Being Dead?
Review: Much better stuff than previous posthumous publications. Buk may eventually surpass Hemingway for more books published dead than alive.
Review Summary: So you want to be a writer
Review: There's a poem in this book called, So you Want to be a writer, and I think it should be read before anyone decides to call themselves a writer. Then they should look in the mirror, and ask themselves whether or not they're a fony. If they can answer that question "no, I'm not a fony," Then they should never attempt to write another word, because if they did everything that I just said they should do, then they were never a writer in the first place.
The consensus is the there is some good and some bad in this book, I own it, have read it and am inclined to agree.
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: What Do Expect, The Guy Is Dead
Review: If you're a Bukowski fan, you can't get enough. Just read it, it can't hurt except your pocket book, and if you're that skeptical go to the library.
Is that one says about a great artist/author's work after they're dead? It's redundant and mediocre?
It's just like when you like certain music and end-up collecting compilations. This book contains a lot of the old, but some new material and Bukowski carries on from the dead.
By all means you should read his earlier works, but all is good too.
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: Not his best, but still readable.
Review: Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way (Ecco, 2003)
Yet another collection of posthumously-published work from the ten thousand pages Buk left after his death, Sifting... is an inconsistent piece of work at best, like most of Buk's later collections of poetry. Every once in a while you get a great snatch of writing like the one that became the title of the collection, but it's mostly just the same old Buk, chopping up witty observations into line that look like poetry. That said, Buk was better than most at the chopping itself; he had an innate sense of what was really important in a piece, however vague it might be, and accenting it with the size and shape of the poem itself, making his prose-chopped-up-into-lines more readable than the vast majority of same.
The best thing about Sifting... is that it contains a lot more of the gems among the dross than many of Buk's later collections. You'll find yourself nodding and smiling every two or three pages here; not as much as in his best stuff (Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame remains the height of Bukowski's poetic achievement), but a lot more than in some of the recent books.
Worth it for Bukowski fans. Others might want to start wth Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame, War All the Time, or one of the other "best-of" collections from the early and middle periods. *** ½
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: please be more careful with the man
Review: To make it short: this is not Bukowski's best work. And it doesn't have to be. He published over 40 books when he was still alive and all that is released now after his death are the Left-overs. Some are stronger, some are weaker, but one thing is clear: with collections like this one you might scare off future readers because what can be found in this collection is less than average in quality for Bukowski. If you want to go ahead and discover Bukowski (and I strongly recommend that), buy one of his earlier books of poetry like: Burning in water, drowning in flame OR Dangling in the Tournefortia. This is where you find some of the best poems ever written in English. This new book is o.k., but at least wait until it comes out in Paperback...
Customer Rating:
Review Summary: Getting the Hang of Being Dead?
Review: Much better stuff than previous posthumous publications. Buk may eventually surpass Hemingway for more books published dead than alive.