"I remember once, working as a packer in this lighting fixture company, one of the packers suddenly said: “I’ll never be free!”
One of the bosses was walking by (his name was Morrie) and he let out this delicious cackle of a laugh, enjoying the fact that this fellow was trapped for life.
So, the luck I finally had in getting out of those places, no matter how long it took, has given me a kind of joy, the jolly joy of the miracle. I now write from an old mind and an old body, long beyond the time when most men would ever think of continuing such a thing, but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I’m gone) how I’ve come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die.
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
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A
letter from
Bukowski on the joy of having escaped full-time employment. Complement with Buk on
why write, an eloquent articulation of what fueld him all these years. (via
explore-blog)
(Source: , via grammyhall)
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Peace & Tolerance
Excuse me, sir. Excuse me, ma’am.
I’m sorry for getting in your way
And spoiling your day’s play.
I apologize for forgetting your name.
I am dim, and I may be boring.
I am plain and worth ignoring.
I can’t help being a killjoy.
My mere presence is an…
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There was once a race
Of apes with pretty faces.
They had two eyes,
Two ears,
Two arms,
And two legs.
The question begs
To be answered.
Where did they go?
No one knows.
Some say disaster.
Some say it was cancer.
Others say they never;
But lo and behold
In…
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“Dear Lord:
Thank you, for this meal;
Thank you, for this veal;
Thank you, for this meat;
Thank you, for this beef;
Thank you, for this death;
Thank you, for this murder.
Amen.”
Blood and muscle
Grilled to serve.
You don’t deserve
Flesh for cash.
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On the porch of your house
I thought you were
The galaxy’s center,
And I’m in orbit.
Your gravity
Pulling me in,
And you were
Incredible –
So… ineffable,
Incomparable.
Yeah you were
A torch in a blouse,
And everything was ablaze.
Everything’s a passing…
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