Three new girlfriends
I feel like Mr Ben.  As if by magic I've discovered Alice Oswald, Carol Ann Duffy and Lavinia Greenlaw all at once in a book called New British Poetry.  After reading Bukowski for two hours (for class) and hating him, I feel as if I've found my long lost sisters, ridiculous as that may sound.  When I say I hate Bukowski, I mean, I don't find him very clever.  He drinks beer, sleeps, goes to the race track & pursues women.   "Oh Bukowski, Bukowski" you can hear all the old-time actor drunks in LA singing his name in that reverential way. "Oh Bukowski, he's so raw, he's such a genius."  Yada yada yada.   It's shit.