Includes: “our gang” 11/25/90; published in “Gas” magazine (1990); a simple poem of Bukowski wanting to name his six cats after great writers but letting his wife Linda Lee give them pedestrian names like Ting and Ding; photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. * “up and down and all around” 12/20/90; published in “Lumpen Moxie” p.43 (1991); Bukowski is swept up in the American game of comparing himself to others and then, disgusted by his temporary falseness-getting drunk; photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. * “see here” 10/7/90; unpublished according to bukowski.net; Buk gives his usual valedictory address railing against people who want him to meet their wives or look at a photo of their children; photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. * “I am a true mole” 11/14/90; published as “I am a mole” in “Slouching Toward Nirvana” – p.221 (2005); Bukowski answers a poet’s charge that he only lets movie stars in his house now that he is famous by saying everyone who comes to the door seldom is invited in but now he is called a snob instead of crazy; all he has ever needed is the bottle, the radio tuned to classical music and his typer; photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. * “the gravel of of sunlight” 2 pp. 3/5/90; an eerie poem that captures many of the fears of Bukowski especially his school years: “in grammar school I knew under the sizzling emptiness of the recess bell that the flags of love were folded close…”; published in “The Charlton Review” - Vol. 16, No. 2 (1990); photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. * “before the 7th race, one mile, $32,000 claimer” 7/12/90; published in "The Continual Condition" – p.77 (2009); a funny poem about Bukowski not being able to put pen to paper to write a poem, and finding solace by being able to put something to paper in the men’s crapper at the racetrack; photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. * “Stomping at the Savoy” 3/4/90; unpublished according to Bukowski.net; a bizarre poem about Bukowski ordering a lieutenant to stay the fight against the “Huns”, finally getting shot with enough ribald references about licking balls, getting head, finger fucking, eating shit and Grandmother’s asshole to last a lifetime of poems; photocopy of a typed poem, signed and dated in ink by Bukowski. Together, 7 manuscript poems by Charles Bukowski.
Charles Bukowski’s practice during this period was to type the poem, make a photocopy, sign and date the photocopy and send it to his publisher. Each with letter of authenticity from Scott Harrison at Abandoned Planet Bookstore.