writing
by zoss in poésieoften it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman’s love,
no wealth
can
match it.
nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
falling.
the hordes from
closing in.
it blasts the
darkness.
writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,
the kindliest
god of all the
gods.
writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.
and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.
it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.
that’s
what it
is.
by Charles Bukowski
from blank gun silencer - 1991
Comment by Amnesiac — 22/3/2007 @ 6:20
This gave me the hit I needed to get out of bed this morning.
Bukowski: Patron saint of the League against Bollocks.
Comment by zoss — 22/3/2007 @ 13:55
Interestingly enough, this gave me the comfort I needed to get into bed last night.
Comment by n — 23/3/2007 @ 1:31
isn’t that the truth.