@SukebeGG
Ha, I don't think I've outgrown those authors despite the fact that I stumbled upon them two decades ago. No other writers have made as big an impression on me as they have. Maybe that means I'm a childish reader. If so, that's fine.
Music isn't that different in a sense. I don't think I'll ever love a band as religiously as I liked Black Flag in my late teens.
Selby I know. I started reading Last Exit to Brooklyn, but put it down. I should give it another shot. I read Tropic of Cancer by Miller over a decade ago and it did nothing for me. Like Bukowski he loved Céline and Hamsun. I remember Bukowski saying in an interview that he didn't care for Miller, but the fact that he liked Céline at least meant he had taste.
Bukowkski makes a lot of sense to me when he talks about literature as in he knows what he likes and doesn't like. I discovered Fante, Hamsun and Karl Jasper through his writing. I also remember a foreword he wrote for Ask the Dust in which he said the very same thing as you, roaming the streets of Los Angeles and wondering if he walked the same streets as John Fante's character, Arturo Bandini.
In high school I translated Catullus' love poems about this little girl's sparrow - passer in Latin which apparently also means penis. Freud would have had a thing or two to say about that, don't you think? I really liked translating Martialis at the time. I was 17. His poems are foul, mean and funny. Witty guy. Punk avant la lettre if you will. Kicking against the pricks. On that note Beckett is supposed to be a genius, but his fiction is too demanding for me. I liked Waiting for Godot though. I should give him another shot too. So many books, so little time. My attention span isn't increasing either.
I never heard of either Don Bajema or David Wonjonarowicz but will investigate. Thanks a bunch.