Bukowskis Bacchanalian Brief
indeed, this post will aim to encompass the pass times of northwestern law students, bukowskis alcohol drenched idealism, and the largely errant career of matt dillon.
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"do the three largely envelope eachother?" being the singed comment on all the razor-tongued critics of the day.
No. No they do not. mostly.
Dillon- a name chosen to asymetrically mirror one of his personal heroes- gives us a wonderfully constipated, rhythmicly retarded, potentially unrealised realization of whatever Mr. B originally intended to imbue for the character of Mr. Henry "Hank" Chinaski, a role originally played by Mickey Rourke in the 1987 release "Barfly".
an openingly comedic study on nihilism, this favoured character of Mr. B- his penned autobiographical representation- leads us on in a semi-pretentious and wholy pointless journey through the day to day banality of the average losers life style. but a loser with an 140 proof voice, so deftly able to describe and decry that and those about.
fascinating, then, that this self-focused interest of Mr. B's would lead him to describe a character that had not yet begun his writ-based fame, yet was simultaneously the ironic star of 4 of his heavilly published novels.
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"alcohol becomes them."
it is my belief that those whose cranial capacities bend definitively beyond the average, tend towards those chemically enhanced emotitional states provided, because those naturally allowed plainly do no suffice, under the normal conditions. sadly, it would be the most commonly socially valued types that suffer the resultive downfall- jimi hendrix, janis joplin, head mitchberd, and chris farley- yet the classical condition remains just that, but of a larger concern; of a much broader reach, so to speak.
the tendancy to be an alcoholic reaches beyond the frat based parties of so many greek clubs and college revalries; effectively, it touches those of us who actively choose to disown this awareness so inate, and instead accept and embrace a moment of pure ignorance.
in that moment, we can find peace.
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the movie is called "factotum" and is playing in lots of theaters. strangely, it would seem a global epidemic that theaters with 1 screen have vastly more selection than those bragging 18.
--
"do the three largely envelope eachother?" being the singed comment on all the razor-tongued critics of the day.
No. No they do not. mostly.
Dillon- a name chosen to asymetrically mirror one of his personal heroes- gives us a wonderfully constipated, rhythmicly retarded, potentially unrealised realization of whatever Mr. B originally intended to imbue for the character of Mr. Henry "Hank" Chinaski, a role originally played by Mickey Rourke in the 1987 release "Barfly".
an openingly comedic study on nihilism, this favoured character of Mr. B- his penned autobiographical representation- leads us on in a semi-pretentious and wholy pointless journey through the day to day banality of the average losers life style. but a loser with an 140 proof voice, so deftly able to describe and decry that and those about.
fascinating, then, that this self-focused interest of Mr. B's would lead him to describe a character that had not yet begun his writ-based fame, yet was simultaneously the ironic star of 4 of his heavilly published novels.
--
"alcohol becomes them."
it is my belief that those whose cranial capacities bend definitively beyond the average, tend towards those chemically enhanced emotitional states provided, because those naturally allowed plainly do no suffice, under the normal conditions. sadly, it would be the most commonly socially valued types that suffer the resultive downfall- jimi hendrix, janis joplin, head mitchberd, and chris farley- yet the classical condition remains just that, but of a larger concern; of a much broader reach, so to speak.
the tendancy to be an alcoholic reaches beyond the frat based parties of so many greek clubs and college revalries; effectively, it touches those of us who actively choose to disown this awareness so inate, and instead accept and embrace a moment of pure ignorance.
in that moment, we can find peace.
--
the movie is called "factotum" and is playing in lots of theaters. strangely, it would seem a global epidemic that theaters with 1 screen have vastly more selection than those bragging 18.
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