Review: Play The Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until The Fingers Begin To Bleed A Bit by Charles Bukowski

I’m just phoning it in at this point as far as the Buk goes. Writing reviews for all the books I’ve read is turning out to be a little tough. This book is pretty short as far as his collections of poetry go and there are perhaps overall less zingers than his last reviewed book on here even if the quality is still very high, but a huge mention has to go out there to “Fire Station” which is most likely Bukowski’s single most transcendent moment in poetry. It’s a highlight by a man who has had a great number of poems read by yours truly.

Grade: A-

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