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, December 19, 2011
Title says it all: Happy but Afraid
Sure as hell we would have felt at least once in our lives... happy yet scared. Scared of that happiness coming to an end. Perhaps how heavy that hapiness weighs and that is will eventually drag us all down to die
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