It's good to see a letter from former friendly antagonist Lee Klein up on the Moby lit site. Lee the loveable lunkhead literary Lothario conquerer of lit-babes throughout Manhattan is now plying his trade in Iowa. Writing, that is.
I first met Lee at an infamously dull Firecracker Alternative Book Awards gathering a few years back. Lee was supposed to throw me through the mirror behind the bar-- had announced to the world he would do so-- but when we met we started drinking and talking and forgot about it. Which was a shame-- it would've added needed life to the party.
Now we know why Foetry is anonymous! They apparently have no desire to meet the oft-rampaging Lee Klein. But it takes all the fun out of things, doesn't it?
The last time I saw Lee I was up in Manhattan for something, walking to the subway, when there passing on a street corner at exactly the same time in the giant city of ten million people was Lee Klein. Lee was returning from an informal workshop held in the swanky digs of a billionaire chick writer whose father owns some magazines. (Why Lee needs to attend Iowa is beyond me.) We stopped at the first nearby bar and knocked down many many many brews as I recall while discussing important literary matters, women writers, and other things. Now Lee's the big man on campus in Iowa. Defender of the literati! I hereby volunteer to promote any upcoming match between Lee and the ghosts at Foetry. It could be exciting, if they'd allow it to be!
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From Noah Cicero
I was thinking about Bukowski the other day concerning my writing. My style like the way the paragraphs, sentences, and format are writen my influences are Proust, Beckett and some Kerouac. But the content resembles Bukowski's. I think a lot of people don't imitate Bukowksi, but Bukowski really hit upon what it means to be a working or lower class person in America. if your family or you don't make above 80 thousand year, your content is going to resemble Bukowski's. I assume a lot of people of the upper classes are afraid of Bukowski's content not his writing. His format is just Hemingway's with different content. Bukowski didn't do anything for writing style, he just did what Hemingway did but with his own life.
If you shit on Bukowski then you are shitting on Hemingway, and if you are shitting on Hemingway then you need your face kicked in. and if you are shitting on Hemingway, you are shitting Twain, and you need to be castrated.
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