I've been personally intrigued by Charles and his writing in the past 6 months. A writer that was known for his cynic point of views. A love for alcohol, cigarettes and sex.
A lot of his writing makes sense to me. It's almost as if this man had experienced a lot of disappointment, heartache and grief, that at some point in his writing, he said, FUCK OFF!!!! Life is THIS and it's OK!
Some may say his writing was depressing and hopeless. Some may say this is just a man that lived life by his own rules and realized that all humans are not meant for a perfect life (as much as we all crave and strive for it). Some may say that being realistic about not having that, is OK!!
He took his experiences of LIFE. and took an old typewriter and shared them with all of us. Just to make us, who believe our own nature, believe and know that's it's OK.
Giving hope to the depression, and at times depressing the hope.
"Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist"
"There is nothing as boring as the truth"
"Knowledge without follow-through is worse than no knowledge at all. because if you're guessing and it doesn't work out you can just say, shit, the gods are against me. but if you know and don't do, you've got attics and dark halls in your mind to walk up and down in and wonder about. this ain't healthy, leads to unpleasant evenings, too much to drink and the shredding machine."
"Sex can sometimes become the most horrible of tasks"
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
“You have to die a few times before you can really live.”
"That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
As I read more of his writings tonight, sitting and pondering why I have stopped writing, and why at this point in my life things aren't perfect, and they are never going to be, I realized that......
A true writer doesn't fall far from the Bukowski tree.
Let the writing begin again, in this non-perfect insistence.
And it's OK!
And it's OK!