Narrator wakes up hungover. Narrator starts drinking. Narrator writes something brilliant. Narrator finds someone to fuck. Narrator finds someone to fight. Narrator drinks more. Narrator passes out. Love him or hate him, the late Charles Bukowski rarely strayed from this predictable pattern in most of his short stories and novels, which nearly all mirrored his life. One would think that any woman involved with Bukowski for five years off and on (as if there were any other way) would want his head, at least figuratively. Linda King has it literally or, to be exact, a sculpture of it, one that she made. This version of Bukowski's bust is referenced in his novel, Women (as is King, in the character Lydia Vance). King, who's also a poet, reads her work and unveils sculptures of Bukowski and five other literary lions Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Robinson Jeffers, Gerald Locklin, Harold Norse, and Jack Micheline at Linda King & Company. Other poets reading are Jack Hirschman, San Francisco's former poet laureate, as well as Neeli Cherkovski and A.D. Winans. After the reading, the busts will remain on display. No word on who else might be after Bukowski's.
Sun., Nov. 7, 2 p.m., 2010