Yet Bukowski, who was 60 when this interview was shot (he died in 1994), professes a demystified attitude toward sex that seems ahead of its time. The Bukowski faithful may be taken aback, since his down-and-dirty eroticism is such a legendary element of his writing. “I’d say, ‘Well, it’s time for the sex, I’ll just jam it in here,’ and continue the story.” was lined with sex magazines, so he added sex to the stories in order to sell them. He wanted to write stories about things that interested him, but Melrose Ave. And though it’s not like he starts slurring, the film turns into a celebration of how alcohol can lubricate and liberate a writer’s mind, leading him to chase down the ends of thoughts he might otherwise have cautiously left alone.īukowski talks about why there’s so much sex in his fiction, and it’s a great tale: At 50, he quit working at the post office (where he’d toiled for 16 years), and he needed to make money. Nattering the night away with a few friends, along with Bizio (who’d interviewed him numerous times) and his future wife, Linda Lee Beighle, Bukowski gets drunker and drunker, puffing on thin brown cigarettes that enshroud him in smoke like the Wizard of Oz. Society, to him, is a sham, but the life it tries to suppress is grand. The minor fascination of it is that Bukowski, seated on his nondescript couch in his nondescript living room in his nondescript wide-open-collared olive-green shirt, drinking vino out of a cheap stem glass, is totally himself - a scathingly sincere raconteur whose cynicism about nearly everything never detracts from how much he views experience with a certain gnarly elation. There’s been one fine documentary about Bukowski (“Bukowski: Born Into This,” released in 2003), and this quirky archival one has no pretense to be anything but the record of a casual and relaxed into-the-night conversation it’s like a Barbara Walters interview done with five bottles of red wine.
The interview never ran, so it’s all being seen here for the first time.
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I'm the best form of entertainment I have.“An Evening with Bukowski” is a 53-minute curio spun out of an extended TV interview that the Italian film journalist Silvia Bizio conducted with Bukowski in 1981, recording it on U-Matic video cassettes in the author’s San Pedro living room. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. Stupid people mingling with stupid people.
You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help.
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It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness.
In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. I've felt awful - awful beyond all - but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me.or that any number of people could enter that room. I've been in a room - I've felt suicidal.
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