{"product_id":"the-people-look-like-flowers-at-last-new-poems-isbn-9780060577070","title":"The People Look Like Flowers At Last: New Poems","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e“if you read this after I am dead\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIt means I made it”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e-“The Creation Coffin”\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe People Look like Flowers at Last\u003c\/em\u003e is the last of five collections of never-before published poetry from the late great Dirty Old Man, Charles Bukowski. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIn it, he speaks on topics ranging from horse racing to military elephants, lost love to the fear of death.  He writes extensively about writing, and about talking to people about writers such as Camus, Hemingway, and Stein.  He writes about war and fatherhood and cats and women.\u003c\/p\u003eFree from the pressure to present a consistent persona, these poems present less of an aggressively disruptive character, and more a world-weary and empathetic person. | \u003cp\u003ethe gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the \u003cbr\u003ecage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;\u003cbr\u003eBenny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job\u003cbr\u003eas a waitress; and\u003cbr\u003ethe chimney sweep was quite delicate as he\u003cbr\u003egiggled up through the \u003cbr\u003esoot.\u003cbr\u003eI walked miles through the city and recognized\u003cbr\u003enothing as a giant claw ate at my \u003cbr\u003estomach while the inside of my head felt \u003cbr\u003eairy as if I was about to go \u003cbr\u003emad.\u003cbr\u003eit’s not so much that nothing means \u003cbr\u003eanything but more that it keeps meaning\u003cbr\u003enothing,\u003cbr\u003ethere’s no release, just gurus and self-\u003cbr\u003eappointed gods and hucksters.\u003cbr\u003ethe more people say, the less there is to say.\u003cbr\u003eeven the best books are dry sawdust.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—from \"fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces\"\u003c\/p\u003e | \u003cp\u003e“The purportedly “fifth and final” posthumous collection of Bukowski’s inimitable poetry is. . . amazingly funny, mordant, rueful, raffish, sad, resigned; all attest as firm a dedication to the lower case as that of e. e. cummings. Standouts? Turn to “the dwarf with a punch” in section 1; the epical “Rimbaud be damned” in section 2; “I never bring my wife,” with its sublime apothegm about the lonely, in section 4. Bet you’ll then read the rest.” - \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"\u003cem\u003eThe People Look Like Flowers At Last \u003c\/em\u003eis the final posthumous Bukowski collection. . . and it is extraordinary.” - \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBuffalo News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We all knew Bukowski was a tough guy, but who would have guessed that even the grave could not shut him up? \u003cem\u003eThe People Look Like Flowers At Last \u003c\/em\u003eshows him at his scruffy, hard-hitting, tender-hearted best. They say this is his final posthumous book, but don’t bet on it.” - \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBilly Collins, former Poet Laureate\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“The purportedly “fifth and final” posthumous collection of Bukowski’s inimitable poetry is …amazingly funny, mordant, rueful, raffish, sad, resigned; all attest as firm a dedication to the lower case as that of e. e. cummings.” - \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Ecco","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44889527288037,"sku":"NP9780060577070","price":27.5,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780060577070.jpg?v=1730231436","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-people-look-like-flowers-at-last-new-poems-isbn-9780060577070","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}