"They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."
Charles Bukowski

Greetings. I'm not super familiar with everything published by Bukowski.
However, it is my understanding many of his posthumous books were heavily edited (mangled beyond recognition) by John Martin at Black Sparrow.

Have any of these books been published in their original form as Bukowski intended?
If so, what are the titles so I can run out and grab them. It is my understanding Storm for the Living and the Dead is one of these books.
If they have not been re-published in their original form, why not? Seems like the most obvious thing in the world to do, but the world is also goofy and ridiculous.

In his book 'Women' Bukowski wrote about an incident involving a Red Notebook in Utah where He and Lydia were on a highway and Bukowski threw away his notebook.

Later Lydia went into the desert and searched for his notebook and she found it.

Can anybody tell me what's the complete story?

Please anybody?

From: The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills.

Got this done today! This philosophy has been life changing for me and a tribute to Buk.

From: Mockingbird wish me luck.

Currently I'm reading the Post Office my second Charles Bukowski book this year.

I've read it 41% which means 90 pages and I'll finish it by mid October.

Could somebody brief me about this book a little.

I'm planning to read it once i finish reading 'Post Office'.

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”

I've read six of his books and 5 were read in 2025 and Factotum is the one that i read this year in 2026.

I started Factotum on January 1st 2026 and read it completely by mid February.

I think this book is more like a poetry of unpaid bills rather than someone switching jobs and writing about every job role and experience of it.

What do you guys think?

Has anyone read this book?

Mais alguém tem essa sensação? A sensação de se identificar tanto com um autor e não ter com quem dividir, de ter alguém pra compartilhar vivências onde se identifica. Ou até mesmo uma mulher para beber um vinho à noite toda no meio da semana tendo conversa e tratando um ao outro como semelhante. Pior que a dor e melancolia de se identificar com as obras, é não ter com quem compartilhar e viver junto.