Showing posts with label Bukowski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bukowski. Show all posts

Friday, July 20, 2007

CB, Tolstoy and bottle rumor and sigh

While Charles Bukowski said that great literature,
like Tolstoy's "War & Peace," bored him and lacked that
something special he was looking for, that moxie (?!?),
it could be surmised, based on some known facts
about CB, that plain and simple bottles held a lot of that
something special. Alas: to each his own. May God
give us poor poets moxie.

Listen to CB ramble off his scatological gospel:

Sunday, April 15, 2007

In a trough

If this is all you have to complain about, you're doing great.
– Playdough, ca. 333 BC
I'm in a writing trough right now.

Might change any minute. Hopefully will.

Triggered by:

  1. Too many calls from an ageing parent who has excelled in laying guilt trips on people for most of her 86 (soon to be 87) years.
  2. Overload & exhaustion, including from having been exceedingly "creative".
  3. Back pain.
  4. General Unlust*.
Now would be a good time to write something Bukowskiesque. He always managed to milk the most blabla situations for something marketable.

*A wonderful German word for which there is no exact match in English. Perhaps "disinclination" would not be so bad.