Bukowski
M's good friend D was not really shocked when I told him how much I hate Bukowski. He understood that, as stereotypical as it sounds, he just doesn't appeal to women. He's a drunk, a sexist degenerate. But, isn't that the recipe for a great writer? D urged me to read Bukowski's collection of poetry called What Matters Most is How Well you Walk Through the Fire. It took me some time to find it, but I did.
Let me also say, and I've said it before, that I hate poetry. There are maybe 3 poems that have truly touched me in my life, and I've read A LOT. But I have to say, after reading about 30 poems in this book, I have found one that I really, really like. So, copyright laws be damned, here it is, a lovely poem by one Charles Bukowski:
lifedance
the area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
experience-
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted
Thanks D, if you ever read this. I hate Charles Bukowski one poem less now. Grazie.