"you should have seen them back then: raggedy-ass, wild-eyed, raving
against the order
now
they have been ingested, digested, rested
they write reviews for the journals
they write well-worked, quiet, inoffensive poesy
they edit so many of the magazines that I have no idea where I should sent this
poem
since they attack my work with alarming regularity
and
I can’t read theirs
…
and
either they’re right and I’m wrong or I’m right and they’re all
wrong
or
maybe it’s some place in between.
most of the people in the world could care less
and
I often feel the same
way."

— charles bukowski