We asked Thomas Fucaloro about his connection with Charles Bukowski and he explains through a poem
WOUNDED FLOWERSI think it’s important to love the art but not necessarily the one birthing or vomiting it. I don’t want to know the painter just want to know that it has been painted. Charles says: Hello, welcome to my wounds, they are warm and they are read and they are honest and they are drunk and always a part of the bigger circle we call a square the page a napkin we wipe our mouths with to let us know it is ok to be human to bleed to hurt to love to make mistakes and to make new ones to try and change and have change try for us. What Charles Bukowski has shown me is that it is ok to be Thomas Fucaloro. That it is ok for us to understand and heal through poetry through art through a drunk old man’s fingertips. (You call them fingertips, I call them flowers.) I like open-wound-poetry. I like Charles Bukowski. I love poets who point the finger at themselves.