I've been celebrating by writing all day. And, of course, by getting blind drunk and nailing a once-beautiful woman with a now slightly large ass while the neighbors wail and break things.
And I offer my McSweeney's piece from 2004, "If Charles Bukowski Had Written Children's Books":
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/bukowski.html
The Whore Who Snored
Why is Grandpa Heaving?
The Years Will Fly Like Hummingbirds and One Gray Day You'll Die
Love Turns to Crap Like a Sandwich
The Alley Cat and the Wounded Dog Share Scraps of Bird and Dung
Uncle Hank's Sack of Empties
Wishbones Come from Chicken, Harlots Come from Hell
The Park Bench Where You Eat Your Lunch Will Be Your Bed Someday
Give Up Now
And, also, a laudatory and wry feature Roger Ebert wrote on Bukowski last year and posted again today on Twitter:
http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/pages-for-twitter/remembering-bukowski.html
Rest in peace, old man.
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