It is possible that longing for something is better than actually having it. I’ve heard it said that satisfaction is the death of desire.
We don’t gotta just accept the way things are. Just like we don’t gotta let ourselves be lessened by death or any other damn thing. Just like we don’t need no God to shape the world for us. We can make our lives the way we want them— or we ain’t worth nothing. Now take my hand an’ I swear I’ll love you ‘til the goddamn stars go out.
i’ve spent half my life trying to understand bukowski
so that i could write poetry like he did.
i guess i’ve since realised that
bukowski wrote to make people wish they were bukowski, and that is art in itself:
when words can make you wish you were a worse human being just so that you could be better at your craft!
the very sacrifice of self to another in order to sacrifice yourself again,
to lose yourself in someone who lost themselves at the bottom of a hipflask
and to try to find yourself in a circle of screaming at your loved ones between meals.
the notes of a dirty old man have brought thousands screeching to a halt
to ponder the profundity of bad, bad people,
to glorify the terrible in the world for the rest of their days.
heroes are only human.
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled. A space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it. We will know it more than ever. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
People so tired,
either by love or no love.