There's so much to write and post about, but there aren't enough hours in the day. And when I can't give something the full attention it deserves, I throw it on the back burner and turn the gas off. It's a bad habit, I know. But as you read this, I'm manning up. I'm gonna stop whining and find the time. Just have to harness some focus first! In the meantime...
air and light and time and space
"–you know, I’ve either had a family, a job,
something has always been in the
way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have
a place and the time to
create."
no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown
away,
you’re going to create blind
crippled
demented,
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses
for.
© Charles Bukowski, Black Sparrow Press
"What have you created today?"
1 comment:
Before I got to the end of the poem I said to myself: "This is such a Caniba poem!." Then I realized who wrote it so of course it is...no question.
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