Title: Typed letter signed by Charles Bukowski to Edwin Blair with an original color drawing by Bukowski Author: Bukowski, Charles Place: Los Angeles Publisher: Date: March 4, 1965 Description: One-page, 40 lines, typed and signed by Bukowski with an original multi-colored drawing in the upper margin crossing over into the text. Drawn in black, yellow, blue and red. Original post-marked mailing envelope with Bukowski’s Los Angeles return address and Blair’s Camp Street, New Orleans address, with large “Air Mail” circled in red by hand by Bukowski. Measures 11x8½". Blair’s separate inked note states that Bukowski “is on his way to see [the] Webbs [Jon and Louise] for a week in New Orleans. On this visit he is to meet fellow author John William Corrington for the first time. Buk writes: “Dear Ed Blair: no chance to respond to your note of some time ago as you did not have an address upon your corres., but now you are located through Jon and Lou Webb, Camp street, all right, I remember something about Camp street, all right maybe it was just walking on it and thinking what a dull name, or maybe I lived on it, hell knows…the other side of Canal, the non-French…I was starving and drinking wine, and now I am fat and almost 45 and don’t feel any better, except of course the book, the last one and this one, and if a man didn’t feel lifted through almost everything by having publishers like Jon and Lou [of Loujon Press] and the way they do it (nothing but will and guts and artistry and almost unendurable labor) he would be a very stinking and dismal and damnfool man indeed. I’m leaving…tomorrow night for N.O….and I hope I don’t pest up the scene with my beer-stained prescence (sic). I don’t want to get Jon drunk because he is behind schedule on the book…If I have any sense I will help him with some of the work if there is any of the work I am able to do. It is difficult for me to think of myself as a poet and I do suppose many of the critics agree with me. yet I find I must write and I do write—something…If I bastardly violate international concepts of poetry, then let it be. so we go on. climb onto trains. attempt to sleep nights. crap. comb hair. almost without idea. almost without sign of reason. mountains, faces, sand, dogs. rocks. trains trains train depots. myself walking around as if I were alive, but like I say these books, these 2 books. I’ve won 10,000 wars. Sure, Buk” (signed in black ink). Lot Amendments Condition: Original folds, a few minor wrinkles, else fine. Item number: 169156
Title: Typed letter signed by Charles Bukowski to Edwin Blair with an original color drawing by Bukowski Author: Bukowski, Charles Place: Los Angeles Publisher: Date: March 4, 1965 Description: One-page, 40 lines, typed and signed by Bukowski with an original multi-colored drawing in the upper margin crossing over into the text. Drawn in black, yellow, blue and red. Original post-marked mailing envelope with Bukowski’s Los Angeles return address and Blair’s Camp Street, New Orleans address, with large “Air Mail” circled in red by hand by Bukowski. Measures 11x8½". Blair’s separate inked note states that Bukowski “is on his way to see [the] Webbs [Jon and Louise] for a week in New Orleans. On this visit he is to meet fellow author John William Corrington for the first time. Buk writes: “Dear Ed Blair: no chance to respond to your note of some time ago as you did not have an address upon your corres., but now you are located through Jon and Lou Webb, Camp street, all right, I remember something about Camp street, all right maybe it was just walking on it and thinking what a dull name, or maybe I lived on it, hell knows…the other side of Canal, the non-French…I was starving and drinking wine, and now I am fat and almost 45 and don’t feel any better, except of course the book, the last one and this one, and if a man didn’t feel lifted through almost everything by having publishers like Jon and Lou [of Loujon Press] and the way they do it (nothing but will and guts and artistry and almost unendurable labor) he would be a very stinking and dismal and damnfool man indeed. I’m leaving…tomorrow night for N.O….and I hope I don’t pest up the scene with my beer-stained prescence (sic). I don’t want to get Jon drunk because he is behind schedule on the book…If I have any sense I will help him with some of the work if there is any of the work I am able to do. It is difficult for me to think of myself as a poet and I do suppose many of the critics agree with me. yet I find I must write and I do write—something…If I bastardly violate international concepts of poetry, then let it be. so we go on. climb onto trains. attempt to sleep nights. crap. comb hair. almost without idea. almost without sign of reason. mountains, faces, sand, dogs. rocks. trains trains train depots. myself walking around as if I were alive, but like I say these books, these 2 books. I’ve won 10,000 wars. Sure, Buk” (signed in black ink). Lot Amendments Condition: Original folds, a few minor wrinkles, else fine. Item number: 169156
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