Bukowski, Bukowski, Bukowski...
Lire Bukowski. Le lire et le relire. Pas trop, on pourrait quitter son job dans la foulée.
Documentaire bien fichu pour qui veut rencontrer Hank. Bono et Sean Penn viennent polluer la rencontre mais le reste est digne d'intérêt.
"When I got back to Los Angeles I found a cheap hotel just off Hoover Street and stayed in bed and drank. I drank for some time, three or four days. I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind the desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat." Bukowski, Factotum, 1975