often 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
failing.
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.
from blank gun silencer – 1991
come on people, ill bet thousands of writers have read bukowski over and over and not one can relate or apprecite this fact in his poem “writing”
then i see not many appreciate “love is a dog from hell”
me for one … i write
not because bukowski, but in line with bukowski
who cares if youre published
you write… maybe crap
but you write… show appreciation damn it
thanks ian castle