
Editor David Stephen Calonne spent years unearthing obscure gems from the archives of little mimeograph magazines and alternative press weeklies like a subterranean archeologist digging for gold and fire unleashed from the battered typewriter of a determined poet battling against soft, safe writing with an arsenal of tough, true lines. For Bukowski, the combinations of letters pounded out on the keys of a borrowed manual “typer” were essential to his vitality: “Words were bullets, words were sunbeams, words cracked through doom and damnation.”
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