you can’t know how good it feels driving in for a wash-

and-wax with nothing to do but light a cigarette and

wait in the sun with no overdue rent, no troubles to speak of

as you hide from the whores

  • Bukowski, Charles, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way – Temporal Ease

you abandon the proving

ground;

the proving ground

proves nothing

of importance

it’s all just

vanity stuffing its own swollen

self

  • Bukowski, Charles, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way – Iron

the way to create art is to burn and destroy

ordinary concepts and to substitute them

with new truths that run down from the top of the head

and out from the hearts

  • Bukowski, Charles, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way – World-fuck problems

don’t work the pages to death with your crap

the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep.

don’t add to that,

don’t do it.

unless it comes bursting through

your skull like a rocket,

unless being still about it would

drive you to madness or

suicide or murder,

don’t do it.

 

  • From do you want to enter the arena, by Charles Bukowski

I pick up the skirt,

I pick up the sparkling beads

in black,

the thing that moved once

around flesh,

and  I call God a liar

  • From for Jane: with all the love I had, which was not enough, by Charles Bukowski

It is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do,

but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it,

for as long as those things stay solved in the history of woman and man,

it’s different for each

better and worse for each –

for me, it’s splendid enough to remember

past the marching of armies

and the horses that walk the streets outside

past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness

Linda, you brought it to me,

when you take it away

do it slowly and easily

make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in

my life, amen.

  • The Shower, by Charles Bukowski