January 2012
19 posts
“the writing of some
men
is like a vast bridge
that carries you
over
the...”
– Charles Bukowski
we each
at times
should
remember
the most
elevated
and
lucky
moment
of
our
lives.
for me
it
was
being
a
very young
man
and
sleeping
penniless
and
friendless
upon a
park
bench
in a
strange
city
which
doesn’t say
much
for all
those
many
decades
which
followed.
—charles bukowski
“of late
I’ve had this thought
that this country
has gone backwards
4...”
– charles bukowski
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the Master Plan
starving in a Philadelphia winter trying to be a writer I wrote and wrote and drank and drank and drank and then stopped writing and concentrated on the drinking.It was another art-form.If you can’t have any luck with one thing you try another.Of course, I had been practicing on the drinking-form since the age of 15.and there was much competition in that field also.It was a world full of drunks...
“you should have seen them back then: raggedy-ass, wild-eyed, raving
against the...”
– charles bukowski
“do these things happen to other
people or am
I just the chosen one?
I decided...”
– charles bukowski
sunny side down
NOTHING. sitting in a cafe having breakfast. NOTHING. the waitress, and the people eating, the traffic runs by. doesn’t matter what Napoleon did, what Plato said. Turgenev could have been a fly. we are worn- down, hope stamped out. we reach for coffee cups like the robots about to replace us. courage at Salerno, bloodbaths on the Eastern front didn’t matter. we know we are beaten....
“they were
unaware that
achievement or victory or
luck or
whatever the hell...”
– charles bukowski
beasts bounding through time--
Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villion expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a row boat...
“everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously and sweetly awful: the art of...”
– Charles Bukowski
trashcan lives
the wind blows hard tonight and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I hope some of them have a bottle of red. it’s when you’re on the row that you notice that everything is owned and that there are locks on everything. this is the way a democracy works: you get what you can, try to keep that and add to it if possible. this is the way a...
“Some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we’re all alive...”
– Charles Bukowski
Why I'm a liberal (work in progress) (yes I'm...
BECAUSE I BELIEVE ANY TWO PEOPLE WHO LOVE EACH OTHER SHOULD BE ABLE TO GET THE BENEFITS THAT ANY OTHER TWO PEOPLE IN LOVE RECEIVE.
BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN A WOMAN’S RIGHT TO CHOOSE ABORTION (OR BIRTH CONTROL FOR THAT MATTER).
BECAUSE A WOMAN IS MORE THAN A VEHICLE OF REPRODUCTION.
BECAUSE I BELIEVE RELIGION SHOULD BE KEPT SEPARATE FROM GOVERNMENT AND LAWS SHOULD NOT BE BASED ON THE...
Jonathan Goldstein
If there was no such word as love, our vocabulary would be richer, and we’d have to struggle harder to find the right words. Everyone would be so long winded and Shakespearean in their range of emotional expression. The word love came along and wiped out all sorts of terms in a semantical bloodbath.
Without the word love, people would speak in terms of sensations, like the sensation of...
23 Things To Do While I'm 23
23!
1. Stop using emoticons.
2. Donate 5% of my income every month to a meaningful charity.
3. Listen to half of the episodes of This American Life - going on the number there are at the beginning of 2012, 226, so I have 61 episodes left.
4. Go to an outdoor, drive-in movie.
5. Go snowshoeing or cross-country skiing.
6. Take a cooking class.
7. Take beginning guitar.
8. Learn how to knit.
9. Be a...
December 2011
22 posts
“The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The...”
– DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #64: Tiny Beautiful Things - The Rumpus.net
Vanity Fair's Proust Questionnaire Answers (with...
What is your idea of perfect happiness? A crisp fall day spent drinking coffee and reading a good book, with no obligations. (Having my own island. - Jimmy Buffett; Being in the moment. - Eric Clapton; When the coffee kicks in early in the morning and I’m on the couch with my dogs, reading the paper. - Dustin Hoffman; A fireplace, a book, and a snowy day, with no possibility of getting in to...
“the one that got away” and “not over you” on repeat.
“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via juneandafter)
“The more I learn about this country, the more I think I should live somewhere...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via thequeenoflessthanthrees)
“In America, my initial impression was that death or the possibility of it always...”
– Abraham Verghese
“This was what growing up was about: hide the corpse, don’t bare your...”
– Abraham Verghese
“I wanted to write down every bit of wisdom he could impart to me. All sons...”
– Abraham Verghese
“You know what makes a good person good? When a good person does something bad,...”
– Ron Swanson
November 2011
21 posts
“Good fiction’s job is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.”
– David Foster Wallace (via leaair)
