By his late forties, he was still a postal worker by day, writing a column for LA’s underground magazine Open City in his spare time and collaborating on a short-lived literary magazine with another poet.
In 1969, the year before Bukowski’s fiftieth birthday, he caught the attention of Black Sparrow Press publisher John Martin, who offered Buk a monthly stipend of $100 to quit his day job and dedicate himself fully to writing.
Look around and you will find greatness sitting in a soul-sucking job waiting for someone to believe in them.
It’s hard to believe that Steve was just 28 years old when he delivered his first Stevenote. He had invented something entirely new: An art form at the intersection of showmanship, technology, piercing philosophy, real-life drama, and social manifesto.