What Huxley called “transcending the self downward.” But honesty can be redeeming, at least in part. Bukowski faced himself, his mostly disgusting self constantly, and then splattered it onto the page in a way that lifted his decadent psyche into a middle realm between heaven and hell, the purgatory in which most of us unregenerate human beings live…
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From haiku to hefty memoirs - poems, stories and essays that break through the bullshit. Looking for pieces that go far beyond cliché to uncover a new realm of possibilities. Other Doors features writing that leaves the reader with genuine congenital reactions.
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