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.
I had planned tonight to be a low key affair due to a busy day planned for tomorrow. But on learning today is the 19th anniversary of Bukowski’s death, it’s only fair to the great man that this is celebrated accordingly. A whiskey with each pint please barkeep.
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.
age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
among so many
Charles Bukowski - Be Kind
unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.
The main problem with thinking you’re Bukowski and having a night out on just whiskey is that you have to put up looking like him the next morning.
I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
Win, lose or draw, we always use our result from our Thursday game as an excuse to still celebrate “the start of the weekend”. After a 6-0 loss, it didn’t take much convincing tonight.