Saturday, 1 December 2012

Day 162: Writing


True.


writing - Charles Bukowski

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman's love,
no wealth
can
match it.
nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing.
the hordes from
closing in.
it blasts the
darkness.
writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,
the kindliest
god of all the
gods.
writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.
and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.
it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.
that's
what it
is.

3 comments:

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  2. thanks siobhan, this is a very powerful poem to me, on the vital importance of writing as a human act!thank you very much for putting it up. i am glad i now get a poem daily to my emails, even if i dont see them every day, i get to see and read and reflect pretty regular now,keep it up!
    ps is it meant to read'keep the walls from failing' or is it a spelling mistake for 'falling'been intrigued by that line!walls failing to hold it together?

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  3. Hi Caroline, thanks for signing up!I hope you are enjoying the selections - a poem a day is good for the soul I say!
    Good spotting - but I checked a few sources and the line is actually 'keep the walls from failing' - I'm thinking walls as some kind of defences...because then he says 'the hordes from closng in.' - Bukowski was a man who enjoyed his solitude, but he was also prone to drink, women and partying! A very interesting writer.

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