Dear Ralph, we killed like champions > Final Thoughts on HST
Published February 24, 2005
The family is expecting to do some kind of public event 'in the spring'. I expect details to emerge on that in about a week or so.
I am going to suggest a couple of things you won't see in all the articles that are about to be published. First off, my favorite book of his is "Curse of Lono" which is about him covering the Honolulu Marathon for 'Running' magazine back in 1980. I find it to be his best work, though it is long out of print now. I also recommend buying 'Breakfast with Hunter' on DVD. It was just released last year and is a documentary done over the last five years. The reason why I say 'buy' instead of rent is because this DVD is mail order only through Wayne Ewing's site www.breakfastwithhunter.com. Given present circumstances, it may be soon available for wide release now that everyone agrees how swell and important Hunter was. Of course, it is mail order only because before Hunter killed himself no one much cared how or what he was doing. I know the DVD wasn't a huge release online either because when I ordered it, I got an e mail back from Wayne Ewing himself thanking me and saying it was on it's way.
That is all for now. Remember, for all your Hunter Stockton Thompson online needs... I again refer you back to Christine's bitchin' and thorough site 'The Great Thompson Hunt'. Even after this post is gone, her link will be on the left with all the others... just as it always has been.
Thanks for your kind words and wonderful remembrances. I hope you can stop in now and again here for a read.
"There is a train leaving nightly called 'when all is said and done', Keep me in your heart for a while.
- Warren Zevon
- Dear Ralph, we killed like champions > Final Thoughts on HST
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Hi Lono (and others),
From this article I understood that you are a great fan of Charles Bukowski. Because of that, I thought you might also be interested in the Bach-Bukowski project (concerts and cd) by Willem van Ekeren (Holland). Bach-Bukowski is an extraordinary mixture of singing and piano.
Thirteen of the poems of Bukowski's ˜The last night of the earth poems'
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music on the piano.
On our website you can find more information and audiofragments. It is
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Thought you might want to know!
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Hi, these comments were made by my girlfriend, a short while ago . . . from a womens point of view.. very eloquent, too bad she hates me 90% of the time . . .
Why? why did I like hunter?
Because I finally found someone who saw this world, and especially america, with similar non-rose colored glasses (rifle-range glasses, maybe?), sort of like how i see it: as a vile and evil place where only the most finely-tuned in intelligence are smart enough to be ultra-paranoid, not eat up the constant stream of crap/hype, etc., yet be strong enough not to collapse under the hideous pressure. To make wit of it, even.
Hell, at this point in time you would have to be a pretty stupid individual to trust an american (or a man). And yet, there was always that HOPE, that hope that just maybe one day, some way, something/someone surely would rise above the stench and make it all better. Oh well . . .
Because I finally found a man that could possibly be better at being a man than I.
Because I found a man that could possibly drink me under the table.
Because I liked his sense of style.
Yet I hated his sexism, for it seems that he never really could get past that. Like most common men, while he could wholly embrace his "fellow brothers" from other, less fortunate races, he never could see the light when it came to the female of this gawd forsaken and perpetually doomed species. Such a shame, really.
And I hated his violence, love of guns, love of hunting, love of all things male or with a motor.
Yet I loved his writing, and I actually read it. And I could get lost in it and not feel like I was the only creature alive who had such an urgent and constant need to shun what we are supposed to believe is "authority." To question. To ask more questions. And then some more. To doubt. And to find a belief system through the doubting.
I loved the fast paced bravado, the no-holds-barred fearless use of language. Stating what everyone was really thinking but no one had the balls to say (or write).
He appealed to the outlaw/renigade in me, and apparently I wound up with a huge dose of that in my character. Amen.