The condition my condition was in.
First, let me preface by saying, I am three sheets to the wind!
The condition my condition is in is this:
FACTOTUM
I went to Vroman’s on Saturday night.
I am a cheap date.
Bukowski’s father (the one that beat the shit out of him) is buried up at Mountain View Cemetery in Altadena.
I am going to spit on his grave.
To heck with his membership to LACMA.
Any Tom, Dick, or Frequent Slapper Fred can get a membership to a stuffy art museum. YAWN!
I know that bringing a book that was written entirely about Linda King to a Linda Lee book soire is completely WRONG.
I AM WRONG.
WRONG!
The podcast from this event is not wrong. It’s right. It’s so right it’s left.
This is Linda Lee Bukowski, a wispy version of Katherine Hepburn.
I’m jealous. She fucked Hank. Oh, shit. My mutherfucking mother reads this blog. Fuck.
This is Mike Malone, stupid. You know! Steve’s brother. Shit. Shit. Shit.
This is my favorite curator of archives in all the world, Sue Hodson.
How many ways can I express how much I love this square cornered librarian archivist mental being?
She said, “mutherfucker.” She never learned that in Library School.
I wanted to ask her how she came by this particular assignment. Was she lured to the Huntington Library because of her expertise? Or, is she staff and this was something given to her? I think The Huntington must have thought hard and long about Ms. Hodson. She’s not a lightweight. I think Hank would approve, don’t you?
I did NOT photograph S.A. Griffin, as he is a gift from the gods-as you are aware.
I got real drunk on the free wine and tried to kiss everyone there, even poor tired overworked Patrick Brown-who looks like death. I am so SORRY!
Sewing the couch cushion,
MG
PS. I didn’t get a photo of John Dullaghan. I am wrong. WRONG! He’s the best. THE BEST.
a Julia Child Rose
Yeah, Brown does look overworked to death. But, not as dog-tired as I can be. So, you should’ve lifted his spirits by giving the poor bookworm a big Kiss – at the very least.
Today is Patrick Brown’s birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PB!
Get some rest.
Marry me. Or something. Because I love you.
I’m behind on the podcasts. Way behind.
If I ever had any interest in anything Bukowski, that video killed it.
I struggled with the decision to post the crazy Buk video. I couldn’t help myself, I had to put it up. It is also the truth.
And it says more about Linda than anything new about Bukowski.
By this time I think they were both charicatures. Just sounds like bad dialogue. (Schroeder never should have left Eric Rohmer; I think he’s just an awful director on his own.)
I am behind my behind.
Context anyone?
FACTOTUM arrives tonight via NETFLIK
I recall some sort of issue around the different Linda’s. Linda 2 pulled some fast job locking the daughter out of any say so on the will and Life work of B??? I’ve also been told (Bukowski or Linda 2) liked stopping at the stuffy old Library on the way to the race track. I’m sorry you never got a chance to fuck Hank. Maybe in the next life
That’s an interesting tidbit about Linda2 and Marina. Marina’s mother died recently. Here’s a poem he wrote about her:
one for old snaggle-tooth
I know a woman
who keeps buying puzzles
chinese
puzzles
blocks
wires
pieces that finally fit
into some order.
she works it out
mathematically
she solves all her
puzzles
lives down by the sea
puts sugar out for the ants
and believes
ultimately
in a better world.
her hair is white
she seldom combs it
her teeth are snaggled
and she wears loose shapeless
coveralls over a body most
women would wish they had.
for many years she irritated me
with what I consider her
eccentricities -
like soaking eggshells in water
(to feed the plants so that
they’d get calcium).
but finally when I think of her
life
and compare it to other lives
more dazzling, original
and beautiful
I realize that she has hurt fewer
people than anybody I know
(and by hurt I simply mean hurt).
she has had some terrible times,
times when maybe I should have
helped her more
for she is the mother of my only
child
and we were once great lovers,
but she has come through
like I said
she has hurt fewer people than
anybody I know,
and if you look at it like that,
well,
she has created a better world.
she has won.
Frances, this poem is for
you.
Thanks, Mlle
1) How the heck much wine were they serving at Vroman’s?
2) Born into this, the documentary you probably know, by Dullaghan, is a Watch it now on Netflix. I was riveted.
3) How the heck did the dad get buried around HERE?
Ah Desiree,
Restless Chef & sommelier,
Fellow Mensa
Present tensa?
Senior Buk made his living in the construction business and the family lived near El Molino and Walnut. John Dullagahn has the whole story. It’s on the podcast PART FOUR near the end.
That is so tender.