I’ve had a real rough adventure lately, but I’m still alive, and I’ll post some of my own thoughts sometime today, but first, a short Piece by Bukowski, read from the film called factotum.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don’t even start. This could mean losing
girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe
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 in 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. “