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
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Ageless, ageless and I'm there in your arms
The welts of your scorn, my love, give me more Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
Well it's you I've waited my life to see It's you I've searched so hard for
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