Henry Charles Bukowski
(August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994)
“I only want to say that at this time it is tough for the writer who wants to put it down as it is, or was. The 90s have far more strictures than the 50s ever had. We’ve gone back, not so much in how we think but in what we can say. Each Age has borne its own contritions but the end of the 20th century is a particularly sad one. We’ve lost our guts, our gamble, our heart. Listen, believe me, when we say it and say it true, the women will love it, the blacks, the browns, the yellows, the greens, the reds and the purples will love it, and the homosexuals and the lesbians and all the in between will love it. Let’s not crap ourselves, we are different but we are one. We bring death to each other and death brings it to us. Did you ever see that flattened cat on the freeway as you drove by at 70 mph? That’s us, baby. And I scream to the skies that there should be no way, no word, no limit. Just a roll of the dice, the tilting of the dark white light and the ability to laugh, a few times, at what has trapped us like this.”
- Charles Bukowski -
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