If dark glasses and a white hat could blot out my identity so quickly, who actually was who?


It was love! Gorgeous, earnest, breakneck love, with its intricacies outmatched only by their irrelevance in the face of wild, stubborn exhilaration. The same marvelous love he had first been introduced to by his mother’s voice relating the contents of a fairy-tale book. Her reading, which lacked any attempts at dramatic emphasis, and maintained such a mechanical rhythm that only a metronome might fall blissfully asleep to it, failed to situate “love” with the other monotonous utterances. The word carried too much weight, and elicited too exuberant a response from the boy to be camouflaged under the same non-descript gray that seemed to hang over every concept his mother dictated.

To discover now, as a fully-grown—even elderly man, that such an unbelievable notion truly existed, spoiled and confused his eye—distorting other childhood fantasies so that they too, though briefly and erratically, appeared vividly within his grasp. This same love would pull his hat down over his eyes and nurturingly boot him out the door of his workshop. Out into the cold and sleet and the wild blue yonder.

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
- Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

i don’t think people get more attractive than this.

i don’t think people get more attractive than this.

(Source: lotus-flowerrrr)