Ahhh! Literati. The strain of closing down the Towers weighs heavily on my face in this unretouched photo…Oh! Wait! That’s not me! It seems Charles Bukowski has had a bit of a revival since his death. Here is a second entry where he is a favorite author. We do love our role models! This entry …
Ahhh! Literati. The strain of closing down the Towers weighs heavily on my face in this unretouched photo…Oh! Wait! That’s not me!
It seems Charles Bukowski has had a bit of a revival since his death. Here is a second entry where he is a favorite author. We do love our role models!
This entry is from Eli Fang. Be gentle. New to our site.
Dr. Bukowski’s Prescription
By Eli Fang
Martin passes Charles’ woman (amply stuffed cocktail dress) cocaine under a cocktail napkin for fear of Charles (boozily unconscious) declaring violent holy war: For I, the BOOZE your Drug, am a jealous Drug who will not tolerate your affection for any other Drug
Martin is finally off the subject of his dental woes and onto what he’s good at: the self.
“I just want to be strong and sure like an American cinematic hero. Pull my collar up against the cold on a dockside and say things like, I could have been a contender, or, sometimes a handful of nothing can get you a long way. Take the girl in my arms and she’ll know just from the strength of my hands on her hip and her back as she holds my face and we kiss. Instead there’s this niggling suspicion I’m that guy who laughs at his boss’ jokes a little too long, and brushes aside injustice with statements like, well that’s just the way it is, and, life isn’t always fair.”
Charles animates, “Amis, you need my kind of medicine. What you do is you go to LA, find yourself a cheap motel, walking distance to a bar, and there you tell yourself in a different story to get well again.”
Charles’ woman is back from the bathroom, nostrils rimmed with powder like two margarita glasses. Martin, back-of-hand whisper: “What if Charles notices?”
I’ll just have to wing it,” I reply.
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In this clip Charles and Thorn discuss the waterfront near the towers.
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Love it. Sex and cocaine, Alcohol is the God of drugs….LOL Well done Eli!
I found “Dr. Bukowski’s Prescription” a riveting, confidently in your face of the down and dirty grasping of life without apology entry. As of this publishing date, this is the piece I would award the Wing-Nut prize to if it were my decision.
Highly evocative and deep, but the humor is sophisticated and subtle like a smokey wine. Considering the setting is a bar, you get double the kudos, Eli!!!
Raw..absolutely raw. Writing noir is a challenge and you sailed right through that darkness with superb ease…welcome Eli…
Welcome Eli, newcomers always perk us up and your particular entry is one of the best in the contest. Extremely creative, for example your description of her nostrils being rimmed with white powder like two Margarita glasses. Keep writing, my friend.
Blessings, pd
Third paragraph is a knock out punch, you ooze talent the way the writing decides and the reader’s brain plays catchup. We, Eli Fang, need your medicine. Impressive.
I agree with all the comments. Welcome Eli! This was such a story to imagine. Nostrils rimmed with powder like two Margarita glasses, brilliant! I also really enjoyed the insecurity brought out – I’m that guy who laughs at his boss’ jokes a little too long…
A jealous drug? I always thought it was lust. Masterfully written. I loved it!
Thanks for the comments. I’m enjoying reading the other entries – some great, entertaining writing being submitted.