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Feliz cumpleaños Mr. Bestia- Un 16 de agosto de 1920 nace en Andernach, Alemania, el escritor en lengua inglesa más influyente en el underground de Estados Unidos y Europa de final del siglo XX. Heinrich Karl Bukowski. Mudado cuando niño a Los Angeles, Estados Unidos, y rebautizado como Charles Bukowski, planteó mediante su alterego Henry ‘Hank’ Chinaski en una centena de libros, cuentos, poemarios y un guión cinematográfico (“Barfly”), la vida de un ebrio de avanzada edad con problemas para relacionarse con las mujeres y su sociedad. A través de ella, mediante un lenguaje frontal y simple, ‘Buk’, hace sin querer una crítica mordaz a la subcultura de su época a través de la vida de uno de sus damnificados. Amado, odiado e imitado, nunca ganó un gran premio literario, pero su influjo traspaso las fronteras del arte y le dio sentido y fama a los proscritos de la posmodernidad.
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My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.
HELLBOY AFTER GOYA
By Mike Mignola for
Hellboy: In the Chapel of Moloch