". . . I am available for a poetry reading but don't know if you have the stakes. It would take round-trip air ( . . . from L.A. to Florida), plus $200. Somebody to meet me at the airport and take me back there. Also, if I arrive a day early, someplace to stay that night, and if there's a party after the reading (one of those beer-drinking talking things) then a place to stay that night. . . . Auden gets 2,000 a reading, Ginsberg 1,000, so you see I'm cheap. A real whore. . . . I promise not to be overly intoxicated at the reading. I quit my job at age 50, I'm 51 now and have been more or less on the literary hustle. . . . It's all survival . . . .
"I enclose an advertisement for . . . my first novel [;] wrote it in 20 nights. . . .
". . . They say it's 101 degrees today. Fine then, I'm drinking coffee and rolling cigarettes and looking out at the hot baked street and a lady just walked by wiggling it in tight white pants, and we are not dead yet."
With--Printed flyer advertising Bukowski's 1971 memoir, Post Office. 1 page, 8vo. [1971].