Charles Bukowski: the people, no

the people, no

startling! such determination in the

dull and uninspired

and the copyists.

they never lose the fierce gratitude

for their uneventfulness,

nor do they forget to laugh

at the wit of slugs;

as a study in diluted senses

they'd make any pharaoh

cough up his beans;

in music they prefer the monotony of

dripping faucets;

in love and sex they prefer each other

and therefore compound the

problem;

the energy with which they propel their

uselessness

(without any self-doubt)

toward worthless goals

is as magnificent as

cow shit.

they produce novels, children, death,

freeways, cities, wars, wealth, poverty, politicians

and total areas of grandiose waste;

it's as if the whole world is wrapped in dirty

bandages.

it's best to take walks late at

night.

it's best to do your business only on

Mondays and

Tuesdays.

it's best to sit in a small room

with the shades down

and

wait.

the strongest men are the fewest

and the strongest women die alone

too.