Description
Dangling in the Tournefortia catches Bukowski right in his prime—sharp, funny, pissed off, and probably a little tired of it all. These are poems about work and women, bars and boredom, the kind of everyday grind that Bukowski turned into a kind of hymn. He’s older here, more reflective, but still swinging. The humor might be a little darker, the beauty a little rougher around the edges, and you can feel him reckoning with what’s really left to say and how much time he’s got to say it.
Dangling… shows Bukowski doing what he did best—telling the truth the way only he could, without apology or polish. The poems move from small disasters to small mercies and are always grounded in his unmistakable voice.
One of his defining mid-career poetry collections—signed, numbered, and sure…it really should be on any serious Buk collector’s shelf.














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