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
Friday, October 8, 2010
So I live again with you in memories You live again in my brain's electricity Turn left, go right, walk ahead, look back and there you are, and all at once worth nothing but everything
No comments:
Post a Comment