To all the people who have asked me: this is the poem that piqued my interest in Bukowski in the first place.
People have nothing to say, but they are afraid of saying nothing, so what they do say comes out flat and vapid and meaningless. The shadow of death is on every face.
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| — | WIlliam S. Burroughs, The Western Lands (via honeyforthehomeless) |
“Write hard and clear about what hurts. Don’t avoid it. It has all the energy. Don’t worry, no one died of it. You might cry or laugh, but not die.”
-Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway’s handwriting. Done by Mickey at Blaque Owl Tattoo in Missoula, MT.
My wife has a persisting fascination with birds and this is one of those things that I love about her.
