The racetrack to me is like the bullfights were to Hemingway — a place to study death and motion and your own character or lack of it.
– Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski: On Writing
Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in a simpler way.
– Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski: On Writing
The writing arrives when it wants to. There is nothing you can do about it. You can’t squeeze more writing out of the living than is there.
– Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski: On Writing
Writing, finally, even becomes work especially if you are trying to pay the rent and child support with it. But it is the finest work and the only work, and it’s a work that boosts your ability to live and your ability to live pays you back with your ability to create. One feeds the other, it is all very magic.
– Charles Bukowski
Bus Stop — Liminal Narratives
We rarely see them. Or rather, we see but fail to acknowledge. They inhabit a shadowland of the banal, the unremarkable, the unnoticed. Concealed in their own mundanity, they gently erase themselves from view. Yet in Christopher Herwig’s remarkable Soviet Bus Stops, these drab artefacts of lane and street are re-invented, as Jonathan Meades observes […]
So you want be a writer? – Charles Bukowski — Sniffin Poetry
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
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“Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is…” — Art of Quotation
“Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is write it down at the proper time, otherwise it’s lost” Thomas Bernhard, writer, playwright, poet, novelist, book quote from “Concrete”
POEMS BY JACQUES PRÉVERT — sisyphus
JACQUES PRÉVERT – 1900 : 1977 For a poet – for any kind of writer – English is a seductive language. With a vocabulary that is rich in synonyms way beyond reasonable need, wrapped up in a mind-boggling and jaw-busting complexity of conjugational structure, it seems almost mean-spirited to resist its blandishments. Small wonder […]
Blaise Cendrars — memory of a bird (and a thousand words)
‘Je suis un homme inquiet, dur vis à vis de soi-même, comme tous les solitaires.’ (…)
Cendrars knows only the reality and honesty of the heart. His gestures, often rough and awkward, are nevertheless manly gestures. He never tries to please or to conciliate. He is the worst diplomat in the world, and consequently […]’
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Kenneth Rexroth – Miroir vide — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
Tant que nous vivons perdus Dans le règne de la finalité Nous ne sommes pas libres. Je m’assois Dans ma cabane de dix mètres carrés. Chant des oiseaux. Bourdonnement des abeilles. Frémissement des feuilles. Murmure De l’eau sur les rochers. Le canyon m’enserre. Au moindre geste, la grenouille de Basho Sauterait dans la mare. Tout […]
via Kenneth Rexroth – Miroir vide — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
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