War All the Time

Reads like the diary of a pre-teen, if that pre-teen was into booze, women, and horses.

Not much to say. It's a solid collection of poetry.

3.5 “I can only think that the death of good people and bad are equally sad” I pretty much knew what I’m going to get when I decided to go for a Bukowski’s book; what a drunk, dirty old man but still there’s something hidden in his poems that makes me not mind picking another one of his works.. “I sit above the ice rink where the children skate in the afternoon, mostly young girls dressed in blues, reds, whites, greens, purples, yellows, orange they are all very good, swift, they spin and glide, there are no collisions. even the tiniest child very good, all tiny, larger and largest— whirl through the open spaces as if they were one. I like it, very much, but then I think as they get older they will stop skating, they will stop singing, painting, dancing, their interests will shift to survival.”