The Power of Ten Thousand Gods. {poetry}
It is that one orienting object that we need when we are lost... that can lift us into the air with the power of the heavens.
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Charles Bukowski
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Cremate me. Use my ashes as fertilizer or throw them off a mountain top, whatever. Give my things away. You do not need them.
Charles Bukowski on Quitting His Day Job & Doing What He Loved.
Before turning into troubled writer and, according to Time, a “laureate of American lowlife,” Charles Bukowski was a 49-year-old post office clerk.