All humans together.
For me this is not only true for writing, but also for any way to live, nothing should be forced, nothing!, and the very foundations of human societies is set on pretense, lies, and secrets, we could moan, but i prefer to laugh at it, and go my own way, and find other people going their own way and laughing at the futile of this place, laugh with me.
This man wrote his passion, even if he was stuck in his suffering... he wrote because he had to, without pretenses. I know you and I discussed Bukowski in details before. He was famous for his perversion, but truly he wasn't a pervert at all. He only wrote his truth without censoring, and yes at times he dramatized because he wanted to shock the public.
RépondreSupprimerI like this poem, I agree with these points. I want to laugh with you.
RépondreSupprimerIt's difficult being a writer. Bukowski seems to know this better than most.
RépondreSupprimerHi!
RépondreSupprimerIt's difficult to be a caring human being in a system who doesn't care at all.
That's in fact what i was pointing out, and i relate to that man because i'm sensitive and curious, and i feel that societies only want to squeeze the energy out of you for profit, lobotomize you and spread unconscious behaviors, violence and indifference.