It’s time for a collection of posts on what we can gain from others’ experiences in different fields. Last week, we examined the Music Biz, but why stop there?
Tag: Charles Bukowski
I don’t post many commercials, but if I had to constrain such posts to things I love, whiskey commercials would be on my list. If I raised the bar higher, and made it only include those that I admire, I would not have many logs to put on the fire. Charles Bukowski carried me forward with his prose those years I was aged 22 -25. I wouldn’t normally recommend advice from a drunkard, but he was a great one. Live true.
“Live True” Dewar’s White Label [English] from &Rosàs on Vimeo.
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Film Biz Got You Down?
Just go back to bed.
Charles Bukowski knew what end was up. When the blues get their claws into you, just give in & get in the bed until the juices are flowing again.
And yes, ain’t it too bad that we all have to chase the dollar?
Hat tip to Cultural Weekly.
if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else. if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don't add to that. don't do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was. Thanks to Dan McGuire and Poets.org http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16549 |
