CharlesBukowski

Author Charles Bukowski in a letter to a friend about finally “breaking free” of his job and being able to write:

And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don’t want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.

So, the luck I finally had in getting out of those places, no matter how long it took, has given me a kind of joy, the jolly joy of the miracle. I now write from an old mind and an old body, long beyond the time when most men would ever think of continuing such a thing, but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I’m gone) how I’ve come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die.

To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.

via Letter of Note

  • xaigo

    Thank you for this post. The quote is extremely powerful.

  • JAC

    I composed a song cycle in 1999 using Bukowski’s poems. Currently re-editing them as I ran across this page. Thanks for sharing, he wrote amazing poetry with much insight.

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