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The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993

This book is a compilation of poetry showcasing the author's work from 1951 to 1993, offering a glimpse into their evolving artistic expression and thematic concerns throughout their career. more

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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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