From: theBeach@cairo.ankh.io
On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 13:24:45 -0000, slider
wrote:
>On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 11:17:24 -0000, He Who Sees All
> wrote:
>
>> “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues
>> I’ve got an old, black mood.
>>
>> My heart’s a room with nasty news
>> Enough to make an angel brood.
>>
>> I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath
>> And walk right down those railroad-ties.
>>
>> But when I keep my date with death
>> He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”
>>
>> Max Bodenheim
>> NYC
>> 1930
>
>### - the road a poet treads is more exacting
>
>for with clear eyes he walks between tragedy and triumph
>between hope and despair, light and dark and accepts them all
>even if, and as, it tears him apart in the process...
>
>he "walks right down those railroad lines"
>with life and death on either side...
>all for just the occasional strawberry
>that lingers in his now opened mind
"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even
your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could
mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean
derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All
the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want
to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And
it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going
to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will
be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will
ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there
is."
Charles Bukowski,
Factotum
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