Sunday Quote Blogging

Here's a short poem from a poet who was a favorite of mine in college. He was the epitome of the "dirty old man". Maybe he wasn't exactly a model human being (with all of the drinking & whores & shithole boarding houses he called home) but he was a man who had some valuable things to be said. It seems like I read nothing but his poetry for months on end. This one is still one of my favorites of his. Hope you enjoy it!

Well, that's the way it is...
"Sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted -
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it's still nice to be
Bukowski"

~ Charles Bukowski
1920-1994