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Ernest Hemingway
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Dude was an original and no one will top his originality.
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James Joyce
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Not close.
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Saying one author is like another is difficult, but if you like Bukowski, I would also recommend Hubert Selby Jr
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Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.
This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.
If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.
Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.
But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a ****'s laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.
So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.
by Joyce Kilmer
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Vonnegut
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There were two ladies from Spain
One was an ass in the pain
They always said "Come here"
But I was always in fear
Of getting that ass in the pain
from Donald Tramps memoirs
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You might check out Henry Miller - Tropic of Cancer, and Quiet Nights in Clichy. They made a film of the second title. They had it on Netflix DVD's, I don't know if it is still there.
He has that same drunken bohemian feel of Bukowski, mixed with the early Hemingway/Paris vibe.
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Bukowski was a big fan of John Fante. I recommend Ask the Dust, Fante's best novel about life in LA in the 1930s-1940s.
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There is also a movie on Netflix called 'Bukowski: Born into This'
Check it out
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I’ve seen that doc a million times, it never gets old. I would also watch Factotum. Matt Dillon as Henry Chinaski.
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Thanks for all the recommendations everyone
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Factotum Is good. Also Barfly from the eighties, hard to find though.
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