More Bukowski..

“there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.” – Charles Bukowski

“memory is a trap: look to the walls and begin again.” – Charles Bukowski

“to awaken in a cheap room in a strange city and pull up the shade— this was the craziest kind of contentment and to walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror— see myself, ugly, grinning at it all. what matters most is how well you walk through the fire.” – Charles Bukowski

“your life is your life. don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them, take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.” Charles Bukowski

Johannes Brahms and Dmitri Shostakovich

“roll the dice if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t get into it. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, alcoholism, it could mean derision, mockery, isolation. isolation is the gift, all the other is a test of your guts, of how much you really want to do it. and you’ll do it against total rejection and the highest of odds and it will be better than anything else you can think of. if you’re going to try, go all the way. there is no other feeling like it. you will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire. do it, do it, do it. do it. all the way all the way. you will ride death straight to hell, your perfect laughter, the only good fight now.” Charles Bukowski

“so now? the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live, waiting to die. I wish I could ring in some bravery. it’s a lousy fix but the tree outside doesn’t know: I watch it moving with the wind in the late afternoon sun. there’s nothing to declare here, just a waiting. each faces it alone. Oh, I was once young, Oh, I was once unbelievably young!” Charles Bukowski

“fucking virgins. or an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe.”

Charles Bukowski

“our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides.” Charles Bukowski

“it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say “no.”” Charles Bukowski

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