go
go and be happy for awhile
if you know what to be happy is
(for you)
go
go and do your thing
if you think you really need it
cause you don't
(and you know it)
go
go and come back later
when your conscience
turns off again
it's going to happen
you know
(for sure)
go
go and see for yourself
that nothing is enough
not anymore
not in this life..no
not from now on
.
it's killing me
i'm suddenly lost
it's like I've always had you
and now your voice is missing
i need your smile at my window
i need your laugh in my ears
i need your eyes
it's urgent
it's necessary
it's hurting inside
i need you back to my window
my eyes
my love
my secret bee
.
Precious advices for writers. I can't help myself from posting it.
_air and light and time and space
"–you know, I’ve either had a family, a job,
something has always been in the
way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have
a place and the time to
create."
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown
away,
you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.
xxx
"if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.
don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was."
—
Charles Bukowski answers the question “so you want to be a writer?"
It was a concert
I was in the audience
you were the drummer
I was missing you
you saw me there
you left the stage
you came to me
you touched my face
you smelled my hair
you stole my heart
Oh no
your hug again
your arms again
your voice again
I had to leave
you said "stay"
don't ask me that
not this time
not...again
you know my secret
you know I'm easy
your hug again
please don't
please don't
your voice again
I woke up missing you
my heart was broken
I felt the tears
oh no...
not now...
not you again.
