After reading a lot of Charles Bukowski‘s writing, I’ve lost interest in reading some other authors. They just don’t seem good enough anymore. This reminds me of something that Seth Roberts wrote about:
Before last night I had heard of Amy Winehouse and I had heard Rehab, but hadn’t put the two together. Her Grammy performance blew me away. I watched a bunch of YouTubes of her. Back at the Grammys, I listened to an orchestra play Rhapsody in Blue. I used to like it; now it sounded awful. I listened to a few more group performances; they too sounded bad. Just as The Joy of Sake had made me no longer enjoy cheap sake, listening to a lot of Amy Winehouse had made me no longer enjoy “average” music — music where several individual performances are combined.
Some of Bukowski’s poems are here. I like these (link and link), for example.
