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Popped Hot Air Balloon, And Suckers
By Gerard Sarnat
QuailBellMagazine.com
"Big Red was her favorite horse until I stripped down.”
-- Charles “Hank” Bukowski Born Andernach, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany, raised South Central LA, racetracks back in the Reagan years may have been Buk’s version of Herman Hesse´s anti-fascist Magister Ludi. There was a bunch of us cocky experts who hung out besotted among the crappy leftover buntings and balloons at the top of Hollywood Park’s stretch section of the bleachers. Practically every day I was there, including the weekend of our high school ball. Hank sat about ten rows behind -- even worse view albeit the decisive action takes place around that turn. The huge beast who didn’t wear clothes well was always alone. Finally I got up the nerve to ask him to autograph the Daily Racing Form I gave to my kind of date instead of a corsage. One day following him through the trash of torn tickets to the $2 window, we couldn't believe our ears: Hank bet the goddamn favorite to show! For all his horse race ruminations, the Master of the Game actually knew nothing.
#Unreal #Bukowski #BigRed #PoppedHotAirBalloon #BeatPoets #Germany
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