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“I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did, unless I caused it.”

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Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski, born on August 16, 1920, was an influential American poet. Known for his unique style and profound depiction of the lives of the underclass in America, he is considered one of the representatives of the Beat Generation. more

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