you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ Her, print her, she’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen.
- Charles Bukowski, from An Almost Made Up Poem
Monday, September 14, 2009
The body breaks and the body is fine I'm open to yours and I'm open to mine The body aches and that ache takes it time But you'll get over yours and I'll get over mine -Devendra Banhart, The Body Breaks
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