it's a hell of a life if you got the strength for it (and the weakness)
used to see him out at Hollywood Park, clubhouse level, against the wall with his Racing Form and program. thank god i knew enough to leave him the fuck alone
I love Bukowski; he lived his life, deeply and deeply. He had understood the game of life. He discovered his poetry gift in his second half of life and lived like never before. What I admired about him is that he wrote from his heart and soul. His earlier life of pain and suffering shaped him. And today, he is a celebrated poet. And I have got my 5 minutes.
I am writer like him; I write for the underserved communities in Africa. Maybe you can pass by so I can't starve
A writer’s dilemma squeezing time through the cracks of light in the day, doing jobs to get by, but having a smoke with the reaper and drinking the last of wine squeezed a creative moment for clarity.
department store." AHH!! Bukowski had it all figured so simply. His writing just grabs you and doesn't let go. He never sugar-coated anything, no matter how flawed or messed up! Just took his words from his head and put them on paper so beautifully!
To do something well, truly well, costs nothing less than our all.
I like that. Thank you.
Clarity, like death, is a bitch. But a comfort too, when brought into focus.
it's a hell of a life if you got the strength for it (and the weakness)
used to see him out at Hollywood Park, clubhouse level, against the wall with his Racing Form and program. thank god i knew enough to leave him the fuck alone
Got a The Seventh Seal-like storyline:
a knight suddenly comes face-to-face
with the hooded figure of Death,
and challenges him to a game of chess.
you are correct /
Bergman used humor
to make his more serious points.
Fucking hilarious
Fucking drop dead steel irony
Fucking precious
Got to be writing it down
no matter what
that’s the ancient rhyme
the Muse sung
over and over and over
since the beginning of written time
She sings because she must
She sings because that is
her reason for being.
She needs no instruction manual
no writer’s workshop
to know how to sing
A jealous mistress
like no other
Another thing
Death cannot defeat
Her songs echo in Eternity
blazing across Infinity
I love Bukowski; he lived his life, deeply and deeply. He had understood the game of life. He discovered his poetry gift in his second half of life and lived like never before. What I admired about him is that he wrote from his heart and soul. His earlier life of pain and suffering shaped him. And today, he is a celebrated poet. And I have got my 5 minutes.
I am writer like him; I write for the underserved communities in Africa. Maybe you can pass by so I can't starve
If you're new to Bukowski, start here: Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame, Selected Poems 1959-1973
I am new… and this poem has captivated me. Thank you for the recommendations.
A writer’s dilemma squeezing time through the cracks of light in the day, doing jobs to get by, but having a smoke with the reaper and drinking the last of wine squeezed a creative moment for clarity.
Everything has a crack in it,
that’s how the light gets in,
sang Leonard Cohen
Death is lighting my cigars
One of my favorite writers and poets
Fuckin' A, man.
Needed to read this right now. Thank you so much.
Anyone out there who is willing to die, really die, for their freedom?
I died many times for my freedom,
not physically,
but in all other ways-
freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose,
Joplin sang,
When we ruin our reputations,
we can be free,
I heard someone say,
before I did it,
which reminds me of Jesus in the Gospels saying
we must die to the old and become the new
to enter the Kingdom of God.
I could die for freedom. Can I kill for freedom?
We can kill in us what keeps us from being free,
but first we must know what it is.
You know what I mean.
Not sure I do, but there are folks in America who seem to think it’s okay to kill people who don’t think like they do :-)
That's certainly not what is meant.
So, what did you mean?
getting it down in a time warp no matter what.
Yeah….
"and “they” wanted me to be a stock boy in a
department store." AHH!! Bukowski had it all figured so simply. His writing just grabs you and doesn't let go. He never sugar-coated anything, no matter how flawed or messed up! Just took his words from his head and put them on paper so beautifully!