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Post by John Yamrus on Sept 21, 2007 9:09:05 GMT -5
now that Bukowski's dead
what are all the wanna-be's (that never were) going to do?
what are they going to do for inspiration?
who are they going to turn to?
who's going to tell them how to drink, think or write?
who's going to tell them that Dostoyevsky's cool...
that John Fante had a way with words
and that it's a lot more fun to stay in bed and think about it, or do it, than it is to have to get up and write about it?
now, they'll pick his bones like they did with all the others and look for reasons where there were none...
and explanations where there are none...
where (more often than not) there's just some slob who lived his life and wrote and loved and slept and ate
and died.
there's no mystery, really...
just ask Bukowski.
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Post by Bernard Alain on Sept 21, 2007 22:17:28 GMT -5
nice one john,
Bernie
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