Where Bukowski ends, Sanborn begins. Wallis Sanborn's Son of Bukowski is lived Dirty Realism, fraught with drinking, drugs, sex, madness, badness, and sadness. These poems rage and howl with power and anger and love and the elements of the street and bar and ally life. Where does a misanthrope go to read of such a life? Here, in these pages, in these minimalist works of the boxing ring, the bankrupt marriage, the life in the bottle. The 21st century...
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