if death is so fearful then life must be good? dandy then, babe, genuinely traginew, and I’ve found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.
Quotes from Charles Bukowski
Now, I thought, pushing my cart along, I have this job. Is this to be it? No wonder men robbed
banks. There were too many demeaning jobs. Why the hell wasn’t I a superior court judge or a
concert pianist? Because it took training and training cost money. But I didn’t want to be anything
anyhow. And I was certainly succeeding
And when Tolstoy found God his lines went limp, and Turgenev on his deathbed grieved for him because although Tolstoy had given up his land and his coppers for God, he had also given up something else. And although Dostoevski ended up on believing in Christ, he took the long road to get there, a most interesting and perhaps unwholesome road over roulette tables, raping a small child, standing before a wall waiting for the rifles to fire, he found that “adversity is the main-spring of self-realism,
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony…
When I see a man with a tidy place I know there’s something wrong with him. And if it’s too tidy, he’s a fag.
beware of those that seek constant crowds. they are nothing alone.
I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.
No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.
I had come to the racetrack after the other two funerals and
had won. There was something about funerals. It made you see
things better. A funeral a day and I’d be rich.
Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.
just heard a commercial
which told me
Farmer John smokes his own
bacon.
now, there’s one tough
son of a
bitch.